The Butch Butcher

The butch butcher

Works at my corner store

She cuts my lamb

And I become the sacrifice 

To her dawning thoughts 

 

Whenever I see her

I smell leather

And stale tobacco

And the blood of a calf

How I want her

I yearn 

 

She smiles up

As I order

And I take up her time

By asking stupid things 

Like where did the sheep go

And where did they come from 

But she laughs 

And it fills me

With pulsating desire

 

One night I see her

Closing the doors

She takes my hands

And pushes me against the wall

She kisses me tenderly 

And draws her hands to my jeans

She tells me

It’s this you’ve been wanting

This whole time

No one eats that much lamb 

 

I kiss her back

Her breath rich with smoke

She takes me back to her place 

And fucks me on the floor

Eats my cunt

Like a true carnivore 

And in the morning time

Barely able to walk

The butch butcher

Is mine.

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Biography

Pluto Ferri (they/them) is a queer emerging poet and spoken word performer from Melbourne, Australia. Their poetry focusses on queer lust, love and kink. Pluto forms feelings of sensuality, deprivation and pure dedication to sex and a domme in their poems.