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Modern Woman From Hell .
Oh Fuck!
Stood there
with that god-dam
cod sperm
dripping
from
her upper lip
quivering the
lower one
[Panties spread across the cold concrete floor]
Skirt half mast
ridding
up
the
cellulite
proving
the thighs have
done their fucking share
of necks
and ear handling
Shaky hand
with
the un-tanned
white
ring
over the same finger
on the same hand
that once
gave away
rights to her Pussy
Promising the world
holding a heart
[The eyes didn't deceive me.]
Used
what's
left
of the pelvic muscle
and
dripped the proof
across
the
glands that sag
pointing to
hell
Tied the insecurities
to the steel bedposts
Blinded the memories
called 'smiles'
dripped
perspiration
down
the
crevices
of
her
spine
visited the local for a beer.
[.]
-x-
Published 15th Oct 2015
| Edited 17th Oct 2015
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Anonymous
15th Oct 2015 3:50pm
Ah...and a sordid glimpse of what becomes of sex after years and years of marriage...IMO, these two still have that fire despite the robbing of a flawless vanity youth...Excellent write, Sir AL...Enjoyed...xo, Devlin.
17th Oct 2015 8:32am
Thank You Dev
Loving your comments in my pages, so thought and unrestricted.
mwah -x-
Loving your comments in my pages, so thought and unrestricted.
mwah -x-
15th Oct 2015 11:25pm
Sounds like the bar an a few beers are the best call here! Seedy down-to-Earth write Al with a flash of brilliance as usual.
17th Oct 2015 8:33am
Thank you for the kindness, of reading and commenting on my stuff, Mr Cat
I'm so glad the "seedy down to Earth" comes across.
;)
I'm so glad the "seedy down to Earth" comes across.
;)
16th Oct 2015 2:51pm
I love the raw fucking use of a few words..what attracted me to your verse i initially..
Have had in mix with great comments some that write 2 and a half pages of boredom
Quip..fun little poem..on mine missing every nuance in my pen..
You would not be one to allow that to happen..NO one could miss the intensety, hard sexuality of this lady (being toungue in cheek vs mih normal cock in mouth) in this awesome fucking piece Alisteir...
h Fuck!
Stood there
with that god-dam
cod sperm
dripping
from
her upper lip
Nnnhhmm
Used
what's
left
of the pelvic muscle
and
dripped the proof
across
the
glands that sag
pointing to
hell
Jeezus lay mary!
d the insecurities
to the steel bedposts
Blinded the memories
called 'smiles'
dripped
perspiration
down
the
crevices
of
her
spine
Ain hes off to the pub wipin your willy...what is she feelin i wonder? Triumphant..glow..guilt..sad..does she give a flip at all..or a mix of it all?
And this was still a turn on Al..not sure how you managed that my dear..
Loved this!
In admiration and wishes of love
💋 calamity of Jennifer
Have had in mix with great comments some that write 2 and a half pages of boredom
Quip..fun little poem..on mine missing every nuance in my pen..
You would not be one to allow that to happen..NO one could miss the intensety, hard sexuality of this lady (being toungue in cheek vs mih normal cock in mouth) in this awesome fucking piece Alisteir...
h Fuck!
Stood there
with that god-dam
cod sperm
dripping
from
her upper lip
Nnnhhmm
Used
what's
left
of the pelvic muscle
and
dripped the proof
across
the
glands that sag
pointing to
hell
Jeezus lay mary!
d the insecurities
to the steel bedposts
Blinded the memories
called 'smiles'
dripped
perspiration
down
the
crevices
of
her
spine
Ain hes off to the pub wipin your willy...what is she feelin i wonder? Triumphant..glow..guilt..sad..does she give a flip at all..or a mix of it all?
And this was still a turn on Al..not sure how you managed that my dear..
Loved this!
In admiration and wishes of love
💋 calamity of Jennifer
17th Oct 2015 8:34am
Aaah the magic of poetry, leaving the reader to end it!
I love that!
mwah -x-
I love that!
mwah -x-
Anonymous
16th Oct 2015 3:37pm
Remnants of Bukowski dripping from the lines here. This whole poem made me feel a bit sick, and I think I liked the feeling. There shouldn't be constant comfort in poetry.
Thanks for the read, sweet.
Thanks for the read, sweet.
17th Oct 2015 8:31am
Aaah the desired effect; You read well, my friend.
I feel that sex like poetry; Isn't always comfortable,
And we can still like it!
Thanks for the awesome comment!
mwah -x-
I feel that sex like poetry; Isn't always comfortable,
And we can still like it!
Thanks for the awesome comment!
mwah -x-
