A review.
He appears; careless and dominant
Like Sid Viscious minus the insecurity.
Worming his way to the stage
(Bathing in the gaze, the space)
The grace
As he starts to bang
Out a patriarchal pounding
Rhythm, driven, with him
And her
Purring into her microphone.
A peak of red suspender belt
Beneath the cocktail dress - rising
She groans
Snared by the ride:
His.
He fucks; we watch.
Her?
The cunt.
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