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sexual wreckage
there’s a war raging between my heart & my libido.
my heart likes to slap me around, tell me it’s time to
quit chasing cheap dames, find a woman of casual
grace & settle down.
it makes sense, until a naked temptress shimmies
across my gunsights, & my libido catches fire. again.
because a female knows the effects of her lustful flesh
on a prowler like me. she knows I’ll fall blindly into her
liquid mystery; the hot pits where a man wants to burn.
my hands need to roam like marauders across her
plundered plain. my mouth hungers for the sting of her
twin peaks & the trickling pool of her honey. it’s the
fuel that drives me into the dimensions of her beauty.
this is the madness in me. I crave it the way a wolf craves
the moon & a hawk craves the sky.
in my darkest times, I’m away from her; her gypsy spell &
her carnal embrace. my spearhead recalls its ancient shame:
the first part of his body that Adam covered after he sinned.
and I feel like a ship that is made of misery & hangovers.
sailing insurgent waters. a rudder that steers me toward no
harbor, as bitter winds blow through my ragged sails. the
rocks of perdition rise like monoliths.
I am forsaken…..I am crashed.
I’m the wreckage washed up on the sullen shores of loneliness…
(Art: Elio Luxardo)
Published 29th Dec 2015
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John..
Ugh..stunning..
it makes sense, until a naked temptress shimmies
across my gunsights, & my libido catches fire, again.
Naked temptress shimmies across my gunsights..jeezus lay mary i dig that..love so much about this..i always do when i read you..
Temptation is a hellbitch like no other..
rocks of perdition rise like monoliths.
I am forsaken…..I am crashed.
Awwwe..and with this goo jeesss piece of artwork..so perfect.
She looks like your Monolith..a force to be reckoned with..
Yesss..
Great ink..
Much love
Jennifer
Ugh..stunning..
it makes sense, until a naked temptress shimmies
across my gunsights, & my libido catches fire, again.
Naked temptress shimmies across my gunsights..jeezus lay mary i dig that..love so much about this..i always do when i read you..
Temptation is a hellbitch like no other..
rocks of perdition rise like monoliths.
I am forsaken…..I am crashed.
Awwwe..and with this goo jeesss piece of artwork..so perfect.
She looks like your Monolith..a force to be reckoned with..
Yesss..
Great ink..
Much love
Jennifer
29th Dec 2015 9:57pm
30th Dec 2015 2:22am
I love so much about this but "liquid mystery" would have enough... I love that idea...
30th Dec 2015 3:42am
' the hot pits where a man wants to burn.' Ain't that the truth.
'...a woman of casual grace...' sounds dangerous. Know what you mean... but casual is risky. Was going to suggest easy... but that's even worse! Solemn? No, doesn't sound like you. Saving? Dunno... it's a toughie.
'...a woman of casual grace...' sounds dangerous. Know what you mean... but casual is risky. Was going to suggest easy... but that's even worse! Solemn? No, doesn't sound like you. Saving? Dunno... it's a toughie.
30th Dec 2015 3:46am
Anonymous
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30th Dec 2015 11:10am
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30th Dec 2015 3:43pm
But wolves, though they howl, are also believed to mate for life. They are one of the most disciplined species when it comes to such.
Hawks are also monogamous, and even mated pairs engage in elaborate courtship during the season. That is the irony of this poem,
that while your spirit craves the moon and sky; it also yearns to be loved so hard by someone that you feel their pain in your own blood.
Hawks are also monogamous, and even mated pairs engage in elaborate courtship during the season. That is the irony of this poem,
that while your spirit craves the moon and sky; it also yearns to be loved so hard by someone that you feel their pain in your own blood.
30th Dec 2015 9:25pm
30th Dec 2015 10:38pm
A difficult transition when there are so many to lure you to the place you know ... very well written JohnFeddeler ...
31st Dec 2015 4:23am
31st Dec 2015 11:15am
there's always something to salvage from a wreckage, mister feddeler ...
... loved this
xo
... loved this
xo
1st Jan 2016 1:49am
Filled with the slow burn and quick heat of the truly erotic. A killer last line that has us feeling the pain of the shipwrecked lover. Absolutely heartrendingly good Mr F.
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5th Jan 2016 3:52am
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1st Feb 2016 9:06pm
I love this verse. The while poem is both tragic yet seductive. It paints the torment of a mans battle with his sexual appetite. The war between societies norms and the reality of the body's craving wants.
What makes the taboos of our fetishes so alluring? The darker the more exciting. 🐍
this is the madness in me. I crave it the way a wolf craves
the moon & a hawk craves the sky.
What makes the taboos of our fetishes so alluring? The darker the more exciting. 🐍
this is the madness in me. I crave it the way a wolf craves
the moon & a hawk craves the sky.
