A poem.
Tempest tossed and tempest turned
Wrecked and whipped
Spun around and around
Whirled and stripped
With a raging sound,
Take them off
Fling them there
Strangled cough
Rope draped upon a chair
Ripping panties
Sweat on the skin I wear
Shadows protest
Don’t touch me there.
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