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dirty angel
‘you give me your poems only to make me cry,’
she said. & of course, it’s true.
she was merely one in a string of casual, sordid affairs.
she came to me looking for something that was not love,
& there can be no lovemaking without love. we indulged
in shameful acts of lust, in pursuit of exquisite orgasms.
I acknowledged the shame as a form of purification, &
I absolved myself of sin.
her appetites were extreme then, & still are. we feasted
on the standard aberrations of the sexual banquet:
vaginal, oral, anal. she seemed to be in a constant state
of arousal; I wondered how many times a day she gratified
herself when she was alone, & what porn she followed to
keep her little contessa amply saturated.
but her cravings went beyond those that are relatively
common, as perversions go. she had a desire to have her
breasts bound & savagely slapped, a depth that even I,
depraved as I am, would not sink to.
spanking, now that’s entirely different. I relish having a bare
woman across my knees, groaning under my relentless
pounding as her ass reddens. I find it hard to stop when she
begs me to.
but my greatest assault upon her serene heart, absurdly, is
in the form of poems, love poems, that I compose for other
women; & she knows that I do. perhaps it is those that cause
her to drink too often from the well of sorrow.
yet she returns to me, to fall, as angels do, into my arms.
I figure she must love me,
to let me hurt her so much…
Published 12th Nov 2015
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12th Nov 2015 6:21pm
John love this write this woman with depraved appetites that has fallen for you..
love Crim
love Crim
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12th Nov 2015 8:54pm
12th Nov 2015 10:17pm
aww shat now! This had all kinds of images to look at and feast upon. I must say, I'm at a loss for words, and that's saying a lot. The raw authenticity in this poetic confession is beautifully delivered. Wow!
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13th Nov 2015 1:05am
As always, your words are like silk on my skin. Perfect write, John. <3
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13th Nov 2015 7:27pm
*damn*
13th Nov 2015 8:14pm
15th Nov 2015 6:33pm
"but my greatest assault upon her serene heart, absurdly, is
in the form of poems, love poems, that I compose for other
women; & she knows that I do. perhaps it is those that cause
her to drink too often from the well of sorrow."
-- Such exquisite brutality! Poet your words tear into my heart. Kneeling silently to your verbal art! - blue angel
in the form of poems, love poems, that I compose for other
women; & she knows that I do. perhaps it is those that cause
her to drink too often from the well of sorrow."
-- Such exquisite brutality! Poet your words tear into my heart. Kneeling silently to your verbal art! - blue angel
30th Nov 2015 3:07am
I love that the speaker uses shame as a form of purification. Shame is usually "our accuser" and makes us feel dirty or cheap or even evil. An interesting and complex paradoxical psychology. I very Much enjoyed reading this Mr. Very well written.
15th Jul 2016 00:51am
