Your Foreplay’s Getting Brutal by Paul Tristram

“Ouch, it’s starting to sting again,
it’s nice sometimes
but you really must focus
and not be remotely sloppy
with that kind of friction going on.
Sure you can kiss it better
and say ‘Hello’ with your tongue.
Ooh, that’s quite soothing actually
just be careful further down
we’ve taken the top skin off completely.
I’m throbbing, purring, aching
and gauze-seeping all at the same time.
What a delicious, delicate state
you’ve got me into, my underwear’s
full of cum trails and Germolene.
I’m on fire, literally inside and out.
Here, come lay back down and tense up,
bite steadily upon this, it’s your turn.”

arrogant bastard ale
Paul Tristram is a Welsh writer who has poems, short stories, sketches and photography published in many publications around the world, he yearns to tattoo porcelain bridesmaids instead of digging empty graves for innocence at midnight; this too may pass, yet. Buy his books ‘Scribblings Of A Madman’ (Lit Fest Press) ‘Poetry From The Nearest Barstool’ at And a split poetry book ‘The Raven And The Vagabond Heart’ with Bethany W Pope at You can also read his poems and stories here!



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