Mismatch

He wanted to climb the ladder in her stocking but

had no head for heights; he wanted to

tie her up but was all thumbs; he put

heart and soul into spanking her but

hurt his wrist, so he tried his belt

but it broke; words like

“bitch” and “cunt” didn’t come

naturally to him and neither

tongue nor penis felt

long enough for the job at hand.

Meanwhile, she endured the

spankings, the swear words, the

broken belt, the more than

adequate organs of pleasure but

just wanted to be loved, to be

kissed and kissed and

kissed again and kissed

again.