Pin Cushion

Pin Cushion 

Little Pin Cushion on my throne
How I stab, how you groan
To pick and prod is such delight
The sight of you only entice
Slip into your fleshy bloom
Your cries make such a lovely tune
Oh, do I dare implore for more?
You're all but writhing on the floor

Reviews

[Jazique]

Not bad at all keep going.

[Matthews Reggie]

Your attempts are worth it... Keep working... Good worrk mannn

[Coyote Poetry]

A very good poem. I like the idea of the pin cushion and pain. You create a wild vision. A very good poem. Thank you.
Coyote