The submissive Spidey sense. It tingles
when the things you say to us don't quite add up.
When your age is 52 on Feeld, and 50 on FetLife.
When you say you're 5 ft 10, but we meet
and strangely, we're eye to eye. When your pics
span a decade or more, and it's the recent ones
that hide your face. When you tell us we can't call
once the work day is over, like a Gremlin
you can't feed after midnight. When you say
you're not into DDlg, or much younger subs,
but in your FetLife we see the groups you joined.
When you ask us for aggressive truths, but
hold your own close to your chest. When answers
change, from Tuesday to Friday, from month one
to month six. And more fool us, because we see
that first red flag. The little inconsistency.
And we brush it off. Even as nagging doubt
plants it's flag in the pit of our stomach. We wait,
we watch, and pretty soon along comes issue
number two. Something sideways. We know then.
The honestly, the transparency we were building
is a one-sided endeavor. Shame on me, because
I'll probably let you fool me twice. For now.
The doomsday clock is tocking. Three strokes
and your out. Foiled again. The drawing board
dragged back out into the living room.
I knew it, well confide, quietly, to closest friends.
That Spidey sense.
The gut. It's never wrong.