Approval

Look me in the eye when I slap your face
My approval for her is meant, genuine
The cue pushes me to the edge
One of us is reduced to tears
Her affection for me rears it’s ugly head
I slip over the edge
She helps me back up
With praise that makes me feel sick all the way through
This wallpaper of sex smells so much like childhood
All this for love
And a feeling of home

3 thoughts on “Approval

  1. Yes, evocative…that line the wallpaper of sex smells so much like childhood….but Rebecca, you do understand that game of eyes when a slap is happening, the real submission. I love it whens someone does that to me. But in the poem, it is nicely unclear as to who is getting slapped….or about to be. You sound just a little better than a few weeks ago….I do hope so. x

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