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outlaw creed
when you live on the outskirts of society, you set
your own priorities. a man has to eat, that’s pretty
much my prime directive; shelter when there is a
storm, & there’s always a storm.
after hardtack & whiskey, a cool stream to wash in, I
contemplate the lush bounty of a fornicatable woman.
I’m a sexual beast, & I prowl the jungles of exotic dancers
& saloon harlots: marketable bodies & hard hearts.
the world is made of deserts & oceans. I am too often a
weary traveler, seeking the well of desire & the woman
who tends it. she’s a benevolent inamorata, with music
in her voice & poetry in her erratic movements.
give me a little of your time, I tell her, & the raw gold of
your anointed body, I won’t take any more than you solicit
to any man, on the bed of your most remarkable labor.
my eyes will marvel at your defiled beauty, that is constantly
marred & repainted, as I grip your hips & fill you with the
terrible rush of my rage & sorrow. the scent of your perfume,
of cotton fields & the sea, will bring me euphoria, even if
you won’t kiss me.
you’re a whore, but by the divine hand that made you,
you’re a woman, & I know what you deserve…
(Artist unknown)
Published 3rd Jan 2016
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3rd Jan 2016 7:03pm
Fine work, weary traveler. I always look forward to your adventures, the more erotic the better. A whore can be a muse...
3rd Jan 2016 7:47pm
3rd Jan 2016 9:19pm
after hardtack & whiskey, a cool stream to wash in, I
contemplate the lush bounty of a fornicatable woman.
I’m a sexual beast, & I prowl the jungles of exotic dancers
& saloon harlots: marketable bodies & hard hearts.
Grew up watching black and white cowboys and detectives... took me right back there...
contemplate the lush bounty of a fornicatable woman.
I’m a sexual beast, & I prowl the jungles of exotic dancers
& saloon harlots: marketable bodies & hard hearts.
Grew up watching black and white cowboys and detectives... took me right back there...
3rd Jan 2016 9:32pm
quite the tease for the senses this was...compelling as always,filled with wonderful imagery and beautiful ending sentiment
4th Jan 2016 1:29pm
You find the feel of the western and the boldness of erotica in this piece and it works so well. As usual you nail this Mr Feddeler, as you always do. I think it's fantastic. and sad.
I read this a few times JohnFeddeler, and suddenly "Shelter From the Storm" came to my mind ... and as was already stated, a compelling, outstanding ink JF :)
4th Jan 2016 10:11pm
Off the hook! I'm pretty sure, at this point, you're channeling Charles Bukowski.
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5th Jan 2016 12:40pm
this help me rapt from the first
but oh,
the last always speaks to the bones of me
xo
but oh,
the last always speaks to the bones of me
xo
11th Jan 2016 12:30pm
This has stood me up to read outloud! And I tell you when done that way...WOW!!!
Great read!!! :)
Great read!!! :)
12th Jan 2016 1:50am
"I grip your hips & fill you with the
terrible rush of my rage & sorrow." - there is definitely always a storm. love it. :) Feelin the cold now. I read these two latter ones the other day, in a bit of a rush, sigh. Just trying to get me blues fix again... lovely pic.too- blue angel
terrible rush of my rage & sorrow." - there is definitely always a storm. love it. :) Feelin the cold now. I read these two latter ones the other day, in a bit of a rush, sigh. Just trying to get me blues fix again... lovely pic.too- blue angel
11th Jan 2017 1:09pm
The artwork is stunning, John.
The intoxicating beauty of a woman, in any form, is
still a woman...
The intoxicating beauty of a woman, in any form, is
still a woman...
