Dónall Dempsey - ' ' ' 'NICE VICE

Oh I'm
caught in the vice

of your being
'so nice'

stockings...knickers...vest...skirt

deposited so delicately
(like a little nest)

upon a moonlit
Venetian

way past midnight
hotel floor

where you now nakedly
transform yourself

into a paragon
of vice

(much to my
& your delight)

and oh you
won't hear me complain

about such
a fantastical transformation

for I am of
the well held opinion

that your
vice

is
oh
so

very...mmmmm


nice!

Dónall Dempsey

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