{"sf1_id":1119536,"sf2_id":"Oe57JNOn","title":"Song of the Sauna \u0026 Epitaph for Innocence","author":"charles_they","words":282,"posted_at":"2017-01-07T03:22:57.000Z","tags":["Ballad","Bathhouse","Deep Throat","Donkey","Epitaph","Gay","Group","Group Sex","M/M","Male","Male/Male","Oral","Poem","Poetry","Sauna","Tiger"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1119536-song-of-the-sauna-epitaph-for-innocence","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/Oe57JNOn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/da/e9/dae973f2-70e2-4964-862d-910361cd3bdd","description":"A ballad set in a saucy sauna, and an emotional epitaph written for innocence.","content":"### Preamble\n\nAn epitaph is a short piece of writing that honours the deceased, sometimes inscribed on the tombstone. A poetic epitaph is often a quatrain or couplet, and generally has a rhyme scheme of aabb or simply aa (for quatrains and couplets respectively); but as with most poetic forms, the rules are mutable.\u0026nbsp;\n\n* * *\n\n### Song of the Sauna\n\nA donkey, droll and debonair,\n\n'Twas sweat and salt he craved;\n\nHe saw the sauna—did he dare?\n\nBy heat he was enslaved.\n\nFresh towel hung about his neck,\n\nHis fur and flesh laid bare,\n\nHe stroked himself, prepared to wreck—\n\nTight muzzles best beware.\n\nWith hot and heavy hands on him,\n\nWhile passing through the halls,\n\nHe grabbed a wrist—just on a whim—\n\nAnd lead it to the stalls.\n\nDoor open wide, big cat in tow,\n\nThat donkey took his seat;\n\nA dozen patrons watched the show:\n\nThat cat worshipped his meat.\n\nHe closed his eyes and leaned right back,\n\nEnjoying his tongue bath;\n\nSoon others joined and licked his sack,\n\nMouths tracing their warpath.\n\nThat tiger took him to the hilt—\n\nThat was his claim to fame—\n\nWhile fire inside the donkey built,\n\nAnd down his throat he came.\n\n* * *\n\nDouble lewd feature! Do remember, it's not the length that matters; it's how the tools are used.\n\n* * *\n\n### Epitaph for Innocence\n\nInnocence, my dear old friend, you've been dashed upon the rocks,\n\nUsed, abused, and used again, like the rear-end of a fox.\n\nI'd like to say I'd wished you lived; in truth, you're better dead:\n\nNow Robin Hood and Mother Goose are porn stars in our head.\n\n* * *\n\n-Charles Michael Averin","series":{"name":"Old/Archive","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1118354-arg-equal-cruising.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1121376-sexpectations-tourist.json"}}