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her photo before she knew me
she keeps me company on the long, sleepless nights,
as I dream my dirty dreams & write poetry.
we met where the curious go to find poems; to reflect
on broken hearts & loneliness. she gave me her
intimate secrets & I gave her mine. we fell easily into
the pits of decadence.
I knew she wanted it like I wanted to give it to her.
she has a name, but we brand ourselves with whimsical
identities, more befitting of romantic nomads. she is
temptress & coquette, & I am the savage who takes her
on a bed of scented oleander & blue flames. mostly, I
call her baby.
so we rendezvous in the shadows, my hands reaching for
the hot spots of her skin. our kisses are sparks that ignite &
fade like fireflies. we taint each other with the urgency of
our lovemaking, until the moonlight intrudes, & chases us
from our transmutable garden.
she can find me in my poems when she craves my scandalous
art; & I can summon her seductive, beautifully naked images
in the deepening Cimmeria. sometimes I regale her with the
furious sex of the wild things. & sometimes I beat her.
on abandoned nights, she may look for me in the noir veil of
the fog. but I am on some foreign shore, tangled in the arms &
legs of a rhapsodic woman – dominated by a violent lust
that I can’t control. while she weeps, knowing.
in her photo, she is nude. and happy.
that was before she knew me…
(Artist unknown)
Published 25th Feb 2016
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Anonymous
- Edited 25th Feb 2016 7:35am
25th Feb 2016 7:32am
Dear Strangling One,
You're the binding rope,
from waist to between,
then pulled upward-
both ends wrapped back
around the waist, in
opposite direction
binding wrists.
You're the binding rope,
from waist to between,
then pulled upward-
both ends wrapped back
around the waist, in
opposite direction
binding wrists.
25th Feb 2016 12:46pm
"we fell easily into
the pits of decadence. "
Oh how I love to do that!. Excellent poem full of exciting whimsy.
the pits of decadence. "
Oh how I love to do that!. Excellent poem full of exciting whimsy.
25th Feb 2016 1:11pm
Excellent JohnFeddeler ...
"so we rendezvous in the shadows, my hands reaching for
the hot spots of her skin. our kisses are sparks that ignite &
fade like fireflies. we taint each other with the urgency of
our lovemaking, until the moonlight intrudes, & chases us
from our transmutable garden." <----------- Love ! ... the whole thing, but this just stood out to me...
"so we rendezvous in the shadows, my hands reaching for
the hot spots of her skin. our kisses are sparks that ignite &
fade like fireflies. we taint each other with the urgency of
our lovemaking, until the moonlight intrudes, & chases us
from our transmutable garden." <----------- Love ! ... the whole thing, but this just stood out to me...
25th Feb 2016 10:41pm
26th Feb 2016 1:49am
"she can find me in my poems when she craves my scandalous
art; & I can summon her seductive, beautifully naked images
in the deepening Cimmeria. sometimes I regale her with the
furious sex of the wild things. & sometimes I beat her."... - I'm enraptured in the fantasy of this...this cinematic euphoria... you blow my mind with such scandalous images! Love it.... blue angel xoxo
art; & I can summon her seductive, beautifully naked images
in the deepening Cimmeria. sometimes I regale her with the
furious sex of the wild things. & sometimes I beat her."... - I'm enraptured in the fantasy of this...this cinematic euphoria... you blow my mind with such scandalous images! Love it.... blue angel xoxo
Anonymous
- Edited 25th Sep 2020 3:45am
26th Feb 2016 1:17pm
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26th Feb 2016 3:14pm
Your poet's (he)art won me over a long time ago ... Still faszinated by your way with words, John.
26th Feb 2016 3:42pm
One must follow the muse wherever it leads despite the pain it may cause another.
Enter honesty and freedom from the guilty conscience of a fear-based action,.
Beautifully told.
Enter honesty and freedom from the guilty conscience of a fear-based action,.
Beautifully told.
27th Feb 2016 4:15am
I’m always left fulfilled and in awe after leaving your art show, John.
Your ink is truly mesmerizing to witness....
“she has a name, but we brand ourselves with whimsical
identities, more befitting of romantic nomads. she is
temptress & coquette, & I am the savage who takes her
on a bed of scented oleander & blue flames” <---- love, love, love
27th Feb 2016 4:44pm
"Mostly I call her baby.."
Fine writing as ever
Dipped in the self-reflective pathos earmarked:
"That was before she knew me"
Fine writing as ever
Dipped in the self-reflective pathos earmarked:
"That was before she knew me"
29th Feb 2016 10:59am
This poem had me at "pits of decadence" Awesome Artistry John...I enjoyed as always
29th Feb 2016 12:13pm
Hello John, iam glad I found and read this poem, for it is wildly dark and erotic began and ended so well, beautifully inspiring sir.
