Jararaca Woman {w. Yemanja}

  
 
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 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...  
 
 
Artist: Pal Fried