THE TRUMPETS

As the trumpets blow their violence

upon my ears of so few enticements

and little else,

it comes to me

forthwith that I should

be able to make you cum with a noise

that signals the end is nigh for all

and sundry persons that wake for you

to be good again to me, upon

my knees.

Bx

 

Copyright B E Saunders 2016

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