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Checkers
by R.J. Bradshaw
(1/05/11)
His turn-me-on is a game of checkers.
He pushes that we play for cash and I
say yes, choosing that I'll lose it all. Why,
oh why, do I play his game? His pecker,
that's why. It tickles me good. And checkers
gets him downright peckish. He jumps one by
one my pieces, lusting for more. His fly's
undone, exposing his wood. We better
take care of that pecker, I say. The game's
not done. I forfeit, I say, pay him his
cash, lay flat on the board. I resemble
a picnic. Your move, I say. I've no shame.
He fondles my parts like pieces of his
turn-me-on game. I forfeit...I tremble...
©2011 by R.J. Bradshaw
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R.J. Bradshaw is a writer and boylesque performer based in Saskatoon, Saskatchewan, where he founded a romantic greeting card company to showcase his poetry. His short fiction has been published with QueeredFiction and Starbooks Press, and his spoken word has gained recognition at the International Burlesque Festival in Vancouver.
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