A flash of your hand
an unbidden memory
I remember those fingers
and suddenly
I'm no longer
quite so horny
not so eager
to lift my whip
to laugh with joy
at the crack of his hip
there I see
concealing your face
the very hand
that laid me waste
you coaxed the words
right from my lips
tiny swords
with frightening clip
and just when I
began to think
I could justify
my kitchen sink
you laid me waste

I said to you
would you like to see
the very breath
that you've knocked from me
and you said you thought
it was quite a treat
to see the way
I shift my feet
to accomodate
the earth below
and you intimidate
a confession free
that I had buried
so deep in me
and laid to waste

you never thought
that I'd buy that
you say you brought
the cat's own hat
but listen here
I've seen that trick
you played it there
with nary a lick
and then you laid
me ever so quick
to waste