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Jararaca Woman {w. John Feddeler}

she moves upon her stage like the smoke that    
swirls from my cheroot. vaporous, untouchable    
   
she steals the stars from the sky    
wears them on a thin chain around her neck    
to bring radiance to her tits & her cheeks    
   
naked & untamed, sister of Shakira,    
she gyrates, beguiled by the drum beats    
as I study her & drink. shots of cachaca –    
bullets that murder the heat of the jungle    
and the criminal specters of my past    
   
I dream of the ensnarement of her arms & her legs    
the insistent grip of her cunt    
and the poison of her kisses    
   
when her round ends, I pay the man in the    
white suit. she takes my hand. we walk    
under the street lights to her small Favela…    
   
   
--He had not counted on her scalding passion.  
   
Intertwined, in a dance of ecstasy, filled    
with sensual sounds...Within Bewitching    
pleasures that only, they understood;  
   
as she gives up the fight of surrender ..  
   
Touching his fingers onto the naked body of    
his dreams.. With her legs slithered high    
about his back, she impales herself upon his    
pulsing cock.  
   
He wanted her to take what she wanted without  
pause and it gave him deep satisfaction that  
she demanded everything he was capable of    
giving her.  
   
He knew what she wanted;  
   
as he fucks his cock into her cunt and    
withdraws, over and over, deeper each time,  
until she gasped and writhed and clung.  
   
Each time he withdrew, her body mourned the  
loss as the high peak of sensation receded.  
   
But immediately he rebuilt it, so that each  
time she peaked higher, They dissolved    
into each other.. Needing begging wanting    
to continue the fucking again and again    
and again!  
   
He studied her face intently, so he  
could remember forever what she looked  
like enraptured in his Sex--  

   
When it was over, I knew it was only a    
temporary reprieve from our wayward    
lives, and that every dream dies lonely    
for a brokedown outlaw & a jararaca woman...
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