Spook (Poem)

You see right through the fabrication,

as if it were but a decoy, sent out with

false intelligence, to puzzle your generals.

And with a tongue, and fingers,

you always endeavor to decipher

my codes and messages,

subversive as a good pair of tits.

Your reconnaissance always as solid

as your dick, an espionage in rapture.

I disclose like a prisoner,

begging mercy in every moan,

my body a confidential document,

unredacted.

bvk, 2020.

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