Skull and Shackles

Grok-kus

A Study in Orc Beauty # 1

She’s shy with her tusks
when our mouths are locked, entwined.
Orc goddess divine.

A Study in Orc Beauty # 2

I watch her sleeping;
glistening drool drips from her chin.
Snores tremble her lips.

A Study in Orc Beauty # 3

She drinks way too much
and forgets our date tonight.
Plate just missed my head.

A Study in Orc Beauty # 4

S’easy to love her—
Like stabbing a man to death.
And red to the wrists.

A Study in Orc Beauty #5

She’s so bloody strong,
we wrestle to be on top.
Just who’s holding whom?

A Study in Orc Beauty #6

Her passion rises,
and I draw the orgasm
from her golden soul.

A Study in Orc Beauty #7

A map of myself
shows my Grok as the windrose.
Without her, I’m lost.

Comments

I like #1 best.

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