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Odalisque
sure, a man rents a whore for sex. but maybe there was something
more to it. for me, it was avoidance. avoiding love, or the pretense
of it. being there for a woman, right where she wanted me, when I
craved to be somewhere else. the words she needed, sincere & poetic,
were lost in my black heart.
there are bordellos that will satisfy most men: voluptuous ladies skilled
in the ways of perversion. but an artist, a poet, desires something more
absurd. I found it at an opulent house in a desert town.
the girls, seductive & beautiful, took many roles: a Nazi dominatrix,
gypsy dancers, courtesans of ancient Rome, even a Marilyn look-alike.
I chose the harem girl; it allowed me to feel like one of the forty thieves,
or a desolate French legionnaire.
in her boudoir, she reclined like a willing kajira, displaying her amorous
charms, & I was quickly aroused. the heat of her flesh was as intense as
the desert sands. not knowing her name, I called her Mariyah.
I dropped like a paratrooper into the cornflower blue of her eyes. they
were the azure skies I’ve debated the gods under, all the magnificent
seas I’ve never sailed. ensorcelling blue of sky & water.
her veil remained in place, & I barely tasted her lips beneath that
barrier. but the ports of her flesh were opened to ravaging, & I pillaged
her treasures with the violent drama of tempests. neither were her
stunning & delicate feet strangers to my sucking.
as I impaled her, she caressed me in the firm & gentle cradle of her thighs
& arms. under my brutal assaults, I wondered: would she cry? would she
cry for me? it would have been the apex of my dacryphiliac dreams.
when the payoff came, I was transported to Mecca on the trembling
skin of a maidenly goddess…
thoroughly rapturous & still somewhat euphoric, I laid several rude
banknotes at the foot of her bed before I exited.
then she said ‘thanks for the tip, Mister,’ & the spell was broken…
Published 7th May 2015
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7th May 2015 6:44am
"under my brutal assaults, I
wondered: would she cry? would she cry for me? it would have been the apex of my dacryphiliac dreams."
i think i died and went to paraphilia heaven. as a masochist this passage sings to me because it's often so difficult to explain that the tears are relief & the pain is beautiful, cathartic, wanted... needed...
*sigh*
a new favourite by you, Mister Feddeler xo
wondered: would she cry? would she cry for me? it would have been the apex of my dacryphiliac dreams."
i think i died and went to paraphilia heaven. as a masochist this passage sings to me because it's often so difficult to explain that the tears are relief & the pain is beautiful, cathartic, wanted... needed...
*sigh*
a new favourite by you, Mister Feddeler xo
John, You are just that one true dream of a woman who is exactly like you, two peas in a pod, you are and always and forever will be
a gallant man of stature and strength...
I loves you to death brother!
Great ink here, it made me really think about true feelings..
I am grateful to have you in my corner, always.
I love you and always will...
Jackie~Blue xo
a gallant man of stature and strength...
I loves you to death brother!
Great ink here, it made me really think about true feelings..
I am grateful to have you in my corner, always.
I love you and always will...
Jackie~Blue xo
7th May 2015 5:04pm
This is a long way from the Mustang Bridge Ranch I dropped by outside of Reno way back when. Following the spray-painted red arrows. I should have saved my money for this establishment.
Anonymous
7th May 2015 8:56pm
I was definitely enthralled in the moment of this vividly stunning read that is until "Mariyah" spoke! UGH! There ought to be a Golden-Whore-Rule of no speaking unless spoken to. . .xoxo, Devlin.
7th May 2015 10:26pm
There is no Oz ... Just a man behind a curtain fiddling about ...
Marvelous ink!
Marvelous ink!
8th May 2015 3:25am
10th May 2015 00:39am
10th May 2015 8:37am
It's rare to find the storyteller and the poet in one person...you are a master of both. I wouldn't mind taking a stab at that black heart, Johnfeddeler.
14th May 2015 2:28am
I dropped like a paratrooper into the cornflower blue of her eyes
brilliant in your honest and matter of fact combined with fantasy oh and love
then she said ‘thanks for the tip, Mister,’ & the spell was broken…
brilliant in your honest and matter of fact combined with fantasy oh and love
then she said ‘thanks for the tip, Mister,’ & the spell was broken…
14th May 2015 11:32pm
I hate it when the spell gets broken... but I love this poem, you pure azure blood upon her features, and these unforgiving pages. Brilliant Man!
Anonymous
22nd Jun 2015 7:12pm
I came to this one first because the title drew me in.
Anybody will tell you that I'm a real big fan of Henry Miller. I love the seedy underbelly of the world of sex. I like getting buried in dirty whorehouses and bars and back street brothels all hidden in lines, so this poem really appealed to me as a reader.
I'm not sure 'enjoyed' is the right word, but it appealed to my inner minx. Thank you for the read.
Anybody will tell you that I'm a real big fan of Henry Miller. I love the seedy underbelly of the world of sex. I like getting buried in dirty whorehouses and bars and back street brothels all hidden in lines, so this poem really appealed to me as a reader.
I'm not sure 'enjoyed' is the right word, but it appealed to my inner minx. Thank you for the read.
