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outpost of the lonely
time clicks off like pistol shots when you’re on the run.
snatching fitful minutes of sleep under prairie stars,
because there were many guns behind me; warrants that
wanted me jailed for crimes I couldn’t recall any more.
through the fog, I spotted a diner, timid & dire out here in
the middle of nowhere, its single light taunting me. I pulled
in & parked the stolen Chevy pickup.
the old cantina was empty except for a woman who likely
ran the place. ‘you’re too late mister. I gotta lock up.’ I’m
hungry, I told her. ‘if I don’t eat somethin, I’ll die. you
understand?’ I was pushin it, but she relented.
she said okay, sit at the counter. she ladled hot stew into a
bowl, brought it to me with a wooden spoon & a chunk of
sourdough bread. black coffee to wash it down. I shoveled
it in like a pig in slop, forgetting the manners my mother
beat into me when I was a kid.
she walked into a back room, leaving the door ajar. I
swallowed the last of the coffee & followed. when a man has
filled his belly & there is a fornicatable woman close by, he
gets one dirty thing in his head.
‘I don’t want to rape you…’ I said, letting the words trail off, so
my intent was crystal clear. she was a well-built woman, made
strong & independent by years of solitary survival. she glared
at me, then opened the door to the bath & flicked on the light.
‘wash up,’ she ordered. ‘you smell bad.’
could I trust her, or would she run? hell, I could use a good wash.
I climbed in the filling tub, soaped up & rinsed. as I stood there
dripping, she came in & set towels on the sink, casual, as if a
naked man was nothing more than a distraction that needed to
be cleaned up after.
in the bedroom, she undressed as I watched. when she got to her
underwear, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I grabbed the material
of her slip, gripping her breast under it, hard enough to hurt her. she
pushed me off. ‘wait, you bastard!’ she removed her slip & lay on the
dark blanket, moonlight intensifying her stern radiance, like some
Greek goddess reclining on a storm cloud.
my hands wandered like nomads across her flesh. my mouth hurried
to the lush glory spots of her that would feed my hunger, biting, sucking,
drinking of her sweet beckoning treasures. when I mounted her, like an
appaloosa waiting to be broken, her fingers tangled in my hair as if she’d
rip out my scalp. I kissed her, long & deep, as the quakes of a hard-fought
redemption shattered our desperation.
the super nova of orgasm slowly dimmed. we held each other as if we’d
been lovers forever; as if, somehow, in the lives of a doomed outlaw & a
brave-hearted woman, this was meant to be.
…outside, the sun climbed a slow stairway to the sky. those guns were
getting closer, & the nervous pickup seemed to be snorting for my
deliverance.
call me a fool for love, or just a man who was tired of running. we lay
there, she & I, holding those moments for as long as we could…
Published 17th Dec 2014
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17th Dec 2014 2:38am
Adding a little bit of Modern Western Noir to your impressive repertoire... great work, seductive scene, the tough lass, tension to the room, a little humor, then the deed, the sweet lay-after, and the law closing in... all the elements of another masterpiece!
17th Dec 2014 3:52am
"Like some Greek goddess reclining on a storm cloud." Just one of many details I enjoyed here. This is tough, erotic and atmospheric. It's also very funny, or so my twisted sense of humor tells me. A job well done.
17th Dec 2014 5:35am
John this is an intoxicating ink I love your rough edge in this story.. it turned me on ;) with love Crim
17th Dec 2014 1:49pm
"she removed her slip & lay on the
dark blanket, moonlight intensifying her stern radiance, like some
Greek goddess reclining on a storm cloud."
I became so immersed within their story, John. I craved its continuance. You are gem! You have a novel in you, and I want to read it! Loved the sun's slow climb up the stairway too. Brilliant!
dark blanket, moonlight intensifying her stern radiance, like some
Greek goddess reclining on a storm cloud."
I became so immersed within their story, John. I craved its continuance. You are gem! You have a novel in you, and I want to read it! Loved the sun's slow climb up the stairway too. Brilliant!
17th Dec 2014 2:24pm
Mr Feddeler it every word always captures me so.
This piece is filled with such beauty sir
I'm sure there r many myself included who would love to watch the sun climb with a man such as u darlin
This piece is filled with such beauty sir
I'm sure there r many myself included who would love to watch the sun climb with a man such as u darlin
17th Dec 2014 6:01pm
A captivating ink...pulls you in and makes you want more...the intensity comes through brilliantly and the rest at the end leaves one with hope...
17th Dec 2014 6:06pm
...I swallowed the last of the coffee & followed.
when a man has
filled his belly & there is a fornicatable woman
close by, he
gets one dirty thing in his head..
that one made me grin... this whole poem is a masterpiece, thanks for sharing your genius
when a man has
filled his belly & there is a fornicatable woman
close by, he
gets one dirty thing in his head..
that one made me grin... this whole poem is a masterpiece, thanks for sharing your genius
17th Dec 2014 10:48pm
"wait you bastard", you may have made the demands that created the scenario but by God, I will have what I need, how I need it....brave woman after my own heart.
You got me completely with this one.
You got me completely with this one.
17th Dec 2014 11:02pm
amazing piece of work :-)
"call me a fool for love, or just a man who was tired of running. we lay there, she & I, holding those moments for as long as we could…"
Beautiful :-)
I'm applauding you JF....beautifully written.... 👏👏👏👏
Would love to hear you reading your poems.... :)
Would love to hear you reading your poems.... :)
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27th Dec 2014 1:38am
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10th Feb 2015 7:34am
My breath caught when I read
'I kissed her, long & deep, as the
quakes of a hard-fought
redemption shattered our desperation.'
I had to read it over again.
First piece of erotic writing I've seen on here that did that to me. Of course the build up helped.
Thank you
'I kissed her, long & deep, as the
quakes of a hard-fought
redemption shattered our desperation.'
I had to read it over again.
First piece of erotic writing I've seen on here that did that to me. Of course the build up helped.
Thank you
29th Jul 2016 8:10am
