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harlot saturday night
up & down the avenue, garish neon lights up the night like
solar flares on psychedelics. the only retreat is the bars,
where the girls sit solitary or in pairs, flashing their subdued
sexiness: long hair, short dress, heeled sandals in summer.
I could strike a match & drop it on a trail of perfume that
leads me to a doll who is maybe on the run from romance,
but it doesn’t dim the curious flecks in her eyes. her heart’s
on lockdown, but her body craves to be booked & fingerprinted.
she’s a woman in charge of her days, who comes to this tawdry
playground to invoke the she-devil between her hips. find a
cave-man with the tools to do what he’s created for, get what
she needs, then kiss him goodbye. & I look disposable, it’s my
stock in trade.
well placed hands & suggestive whispers, highlited by my lips
on her ivory throat, get us primed for a walk to the motel down
the block. hard kisses in the moonlight melting through the
dappled curtains; grabbing her in the places where she wants
to be grabbed.
as she slips out of her dress, I drag my nails across her back. we
set fire to each others flesh with our hands, then quench the
flames with our wet mouths. she skillfully loads me into a condom,
& we engage in our carnal tango; the primitive joy of a hardcore,
primal fuck.
when the sex is so outrageous, I forget I’m with a stranger, a
pick-up, & at the crazed height of my passion, the foolish words
escape like wild horses – ‘I love you.’ then I try to ride through
it, like it never happened, but kinda hoping that she’ll say it too,
with her perfect mouth, in the perfect dark…
because a man always believes it
but a woman never does.
Published 21st Sep 2015
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21st Sep 2015 8:39pm
John king of noire sexy images though out..
this part I found to be endearing..
"when the sex is so outrageous, I forget I’m with a stranger, a
pick-up, & at the crazed height of my passion, the foolish words
escape like wild horses – ‘I love you.’ then I try to ride through
it, like it never happened, but kinda hoping that she’ll say it too,
with her perfect mouth, in the perfect dark…"
is it dark enough to say I love your ink :)
with love Crim
this part I found to be endearing..
"when the sex is so outrageous, I forget I’m with a stranger, a
pick-up, & at the crazed height of my passion, the foolish words
escape like wild horses – ‘I love you.’ then I try to ride through
it, like it never happened, but kinda hoping that she’ll say it too,
with her perfect mouth, in the perfect dark…"
is it dark enough to say I love your ink :)
with love Crim
21st Sep 2015 8:44pm
"Her body craves to be booked and fingerprinted." Only you could come up with this kind of hardboiled line. Really enjoyed this erotic night on the town climaxed with words of wisdom.
21st Sep 2015 10:01pm
22nd Sep 2015 2:42am
".......because a man always believes it but a woman never does. " So true so true..... I love this story and the bittersweet ending.
22nd Sep 2015 6:12am
Evokes film noir atmosphere. Favourite lines the three penultimate paragraphs.
22nd Sep 2015 2:59pm
"I could strike a match & drop it on a trail of perfume that
leads me to a doll who is maybe on the run from romance,
but it doesn’t dim the curious flecks in her eyes." ahhhh, that quenches my thirst! Wild gallops thump hard in that perfect night! Mmmm, nice ink, Sir John! - blue angel
leads me to a doll who is maybe on the run from romance,
but it doesn’t dim the curious flecks in her eyes." ahhhh, that quenches my thirst! Wild gallops thump hard in that perfect night! Mmmm, nice ink, Sir John! - blue angel
22nd Sep 2015 3:31pm
Last two lines are pricelss John! A man will believe even if he brought it. A woman isn't to easy.
This piece made me think of a Marilyn Monroe quote: " I may sin, but I'm not the Devil".
Cool and sexy
This piece made me think of a Marilyn Monroe quote: " I may sin, but I'm not the Devil".
Cool and sexy
22nd Sep 2015 6:38pm
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22nd Sep 2015 11:21pm
So many wonderful elements in this piece. The scene is perfectly set n the beginning. The story unfolds into a random night and ends in a very humble human fact that is real in more instances than even portrayed in this poem. Love it.
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- Edited 23rd Sep 2015 2:55am
23rd Sep 2015 2:54am
// the foolish words
escape like wild horses – ‘I love you.’ then I try to ride through
it, like it never happened, but kinda hoping that she’ll say it too, ///
Such scary words, exposing ourselves waiting to get hurt..sometimes its easier to just not say it, than take a chance.
escape like wild horses – ‘I love you.’ then I try to ride through
it, like it never happened, but kinda hoping that she’ll say it too, ///
Such scary words, exposing ourselves waiting to get hurt..sometimes its easier to just not say it, than take a chance.
23rd Sep 2015 4:38pm
"I could strike a match & drop it on a trail of perfume that
leads me to a doll who is maybe on the run from
romance"
^^^^^
this, i love... you always evoke such visceral reactions, mister feddeler
xoxox
leads me to a doll who is maybe on the run from
romance"
^^^^^
this, i love... you always evoke such visceral reactions, mister feddeler
xoxox
23rd Sep 2015 10:12pm
"I could strike a match & drop it on a trail of perfume that
leads me to a doll who is maybe on the run from romance" Such an interesting image!
And wow! What a powerful ending. I've felt the same way with someone...only, when the words spilled out, it instilled fear in him, because he believed it...even though I didn't truly mean it.
leads me to a doll who is maybe on the run from romance" Such an interesting image!
And wow! What a powerful ending. I've felt the same way with someone...only, when the words spilled out, it instilled fear in him, because he believed it...even though I didn't truly mean it.
24th Sep 2015 5:50pm
27th Sep 2015 1:35am
I love the color red....and the lady in your pic....and this sexy perfect poem. You are the master of words, JF.<3
