Have you ever peeled an orange? Felt the satisfaction as the smooth husk glides Right off, falls away in a rush Opening to the sweet flesh inside
Taking pleasure in the simple things Those smooth and flawless actions So why should flaying men be different? Why the cruel infractions?
You say you scream from pain But I hear the rejoicing Hidden in your shrieks As I flay the skin right off your face Revealing the ****** smile Concealed beneath your cheeks
Ah, the rush, the thrill Peeling you like a fallen fruit Elation takes me to new heights As I joyfully flay your skin suit
My concentration becomes delight As I open you up to new views The rapturous beauty Your muscles, tendons, bones, and sinews
I asked for unusual poem prompts. I received this: "The sweet feeling of flaying skin off muscle."