I love a bottom with spirit
I want to skin you
in black latex: hang you
above his harsh screams,
spinning and wondering
when I'll bring out the red
of Japanese commitment.
You didn't know? That white boy
has an Asian soul. He would die
for you: wear robes and paint
his face like a Geisha. I think
I'll make him do that too--
below you, crying, just out of reach.
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