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Dyrewind
they call the wind mariah in a land where it
cannonballs down from the mountain like an
express train. across northern plains & provincial
villages, beneath a sky where the stars glow red,
scirocco is the name of the wind.
in my city of thievery & the hunger of the wolf, it’s
Dyrewind: just that ill-spoken word, & nothing more.
Dyrewind surrounds a man, & stirs up a sinful, carnal
craving in his loins. it condemns a woman to that
same vicious yearning.
my Jeep is buffeted like a paper boat in a flood as I
drive to her house. I struggle up the stairs & pound on
her door. when she lets me in, I embrace her so tightly
that she might break into little twinkling stars & float
away from me.
I stop only to throw off my wet clothes as she removes
her robe. we fall onto the bed, smelling the odor of
sex uprising.
as Dyrewind howls in the night, I am sucking like leeches
upon her throat, across her captive breasts, biting her
spiking nipples; my lips & tongue burning further down
her quivering belly.
I come to her open thighs, & assault her humid peach flesh
with my French kiss, as if I seek her innermost fire, & my
tongue can’t go deep enough.
when her mad desire boils beyond logic, she grabs my hair
& pleads, ‘can you fuck me baby, can you fuck me?!’
and so I impale her, filling her slick channel, feeling her grip
my savage enragement. we moan like tigers in some
scarletting jungle; we ride a trail of friction skyward to the
breaking storm of joy & sorrow….. all the while Dyrewind
shouts our names!
…we lie there in the silence of submission; I drift in the rivers
of her eyes, as Dyrewind dares us to sleep…
(Art: Roger Schall)
Published 3rd Feb 2016
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Anonymous
3rd Feb 2016 8:40pm
Oh. Dear. Lord. I need a damn shower. A very cold one.
And maybe a cigarette.
And maybe a cigarette.
3rd Feb 2016 8:45pm
Kickass poetry, John . . . Loved this stanza . . .
"as Dyrewind howls in the night, I am sucking like leeches
upon her throat, across her captive breasts, biting her
spiking nipples; my lips & tongue burning further down
her quivering belly."
I am there with you . . .
"as Dyrewind howls in the night, I am sucking like leeches
upon her throat, across her captive breasts, biting her
spiking nipples; my lips & tongue burning further down
her quivering belly."
I am there with you . . .
3rd Feb 2016 10:29pm
"when she lets me in, I embrace her so tightly
that she might break into little twinkling stars & float
away from me." ... - stunning imagery! I love being thrust into the depths of your passionate ink!... Oh the pleasure of being pushed by such careless winds... - blue angel
that she might break into little twinkling stars & float
away from me." ... - stunning imagery! I love being thrust into the depths of your passionate ink!... Oh the pleasure of being pushed by such careless winds... - blue angel
Anonymous
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3rd Feb 2016 10:51pm
" we ride a trail of friction skyward to the
breaking storm of joy & sorrow….. all the while Dyrewind
shouts our names! " whew! My goodness..this was absolutely breathtaking...love the imagery and intensity..I enjoyed immensely!!!
breaking storm of joy & sorrow….. all the while Dyrewind
shouts our names! " whew! My goodness..this was absolutely breathtaking...love the imagery and intensity..I enjoyed immensely!!!
3rd Feb 2016 11:22pm
4th Feb 2016 3:14am
4th Feb 2016 3:49am
Your style of writing has an epic feel at the opening and then the paragraph with "I come to her open thighs..." that made me nod my head saying damn.
Bravo John.
Bravo John.
4th Feb 2016 5:05am
4th Feb 2016 10:20am
4th Feb 2016 2:04pm
well, that's my love seat ruined, mister feddeler
mercy! & merci for a most sensual read
xo
mercy! & merci for a most sensual read
xo
4th Feb 2016 2:15pm
I stop only to throw off my wet clothes as she removes
her robe. we fall onto the bed, smelling the odor of
sex uprising.
I love the urgency of that stanza...
it's the point around which the poem rotates for me
Excellent write!
geoff
her robe. we fall onto the bed, smelling the odor of
sex uprising.
I love the urgency of that stanza...
it's the point around which the poem rotates for me
Excellent write!
geoff
4th Feb 2016 11:35pm
5th Feb 2016 3:36am
GoodLawd!
"I come to her open thighs, & assault her humid peach flesh
with my French kiss, as if I seek her innermost fire, & my
tongue can’t go deep enough."<--- Damn! Just damn! :)
Incredibly sexy imagery, John!
"I come to her open thighs, & assault her humid peach flesh
with my French kiss, as if I seek her innermost fire, & my
tongue can’t go deep enough."<--- Damn! Just damn! :)
Incredibly sexy imagery, John!
5th Feb 2016 5:23am
5th Feb 2016 7:11am
Dyrewind.. .
this is one enthralling,
beautiful tangible piece..
I love and love your
distinctness here.. you
place her in your hands
and sight..until you two
fall into each others,
expanses..
How beautiful and bold
is that..
My Feddler dear, this is
a feel good one .. a
change.. and I love it
-Howlings
this is one enthralling,
beautiful tangible piece..
I love and love your
distinctness here.. you
place her in your hands
and sight..until you two
fall into each others,
expanses..
How beautiful and bold
is that..
My Feddler dear, this is
a feel good one .. a
change.. and I love it
-Howlings
5th Feb 2016 9:02am
Ahhh, JohnFeddeler, luv ~ :-*
This is an utterly edible piece, delectable in all ways.
Rather like you as a writer, luv. ;-*
Art echoes life in the most fascinating ways...
This is an utterly edible piece, delectable in all ways.
Rather like you as a writer, luv. ;-*
Art echoes life in the most fascinating ways...
7th Feb 2016 00:36am
More explicit than your usual works John, and you wield it really, really well. Love the mystical environmental driver in this piece - there is something extremely sexy about storm-driven passion.
Amazing work as always John.
Amazing work as always John.
3rd Jul 2016 7:13am
The imagery here was breathtaking and let me just say you have really got a way of stirring things up,John.I am impressed.
