POEM — Gloves

The gloves, she smiled,

Ah, yes, the gloves,

She thought with a snap –

As the elastic seized around her wrist;

She knew he would like them

Enjoy them in fact,

He begged for them;

Truth, he did –

Through low grunts and moans,

Twisting and straining,

Against his bonds –

As their soft velvet

Caressed his skin.

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Carly Zee is a lover, not a fighter. Carly’s work can be found scattered to the wind, floating on the interwebs, or around Twisted Sister. You can connect with Carly Zee at https://carlyzee.wordpress.com/