Dónall Dempsey - ' ' ' ' AI NO CORRIDA

I hold you gently
in a stranglehold

the softness of your neck
held in the V of finger & thumb

you tell me a little
nervously

I may strangle you
in the height of passion.

I laugh
then

and now I laugh
all the more

seeing how gently you
hold me

in the stranglehold

the softness of my neck
held in the V of finger & thumb

I
too happy

to care if I die
under your hand

strangled in
the height of passion

Dónall Dempsey

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