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La Petite Mort
Beautiful killer
of a most serial kind
Times I've died an died
wanton 'little deaths'
Murder me again
Lest not await to bed
thrill me now
This restaurant booth
public privacy
Expose my barren pubic mound
Rough hands upon silk skin
torture not to cry
Fingers explore
as wine is poured
Avoid waiters gaze
Thin lace veil
hides my disgrace
Don't stop
Never stop
Dish of exquisite taste
Every time that I die
Is time I'm most
Alive
of a most serial kind
Times I've died an died
wanton 'little deaths'
Murder me again
Lest not await to bed
thrill me now
This restaurant booth
public privacy
Expose my barren pubic mound
Rough hands upon silk skin
torture not to cry
Fingers explore
as wine is poured
Avoid waiters gaze
Thin lace veil
hides my disgrace
Don't stop
Never stop
Dish of exquisite taste
Every time that I die
Is time I'm most
Alive
Published 2nd Mar 2016
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2nd Mar 2016 11:33am
2nd Mar 2016 5:23pm
a strangely arousing piece - so well written :-)
'Dish of exquisite taste' describes the whole poem perfectly :-)
'Dish of exquisite taste' describes the whole poem perfectly :-)
2nd Mar 2016 6:09pm
2nd Mar 2016 7:12pm
Are you an exhibitionist? As I get older I start to care less about where to have my fun, my wife not as adventurous as she once was. Enjoyed, especially the line fingers explored as wine is poured. Ahhh spirits never miss a beat.
2nd Mar 2016 7:22pm
Variety is the spice of life....a little bit of everything....mood dependant lol
2nd Mar 2016 7:51pm
2nd Mar 2016 9:19pm
Anonymous
17th Mar 2016 6:13am
I like the last verse where you feel most alive when you die. Love the contradiction.
