Provocative with a hint of eroticism, Mona Arizona's poetry never fails to surprise and entertain
A slight abrasion on her knees
Was from weekend prayers,
Or from doggy-style love;
It depended on how her
Weekend went.
Tall, brawny men
Were often her gods,
Were frequently her master;
Self-esteem never stopped
her from submitting to both
With love and appeal.
Though there’s fear in her heart
from improper execution; you see,
She’s a pleaser,
A teaser,
A believer in
Devotion and dominion.
Mona Arizona
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(painting: Streetwise by Malcolm T. Liepke, oils on canvas)
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