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song of the yellow river
she took me there, where the grasses are tall & the trees reach for
the nearest star; where the river smooths rocks into gems & the
sun’s blazing eyes turn the white waters yellow. she took me to a
hidden place that neither the birds not the villagers knew about.
she lay down in the lush green, & her eyes misted in anticipation
of something that eluded me. I bent & kissed her, her tongue drew
me in. it was fascinating, beautiful beyond my experience & thus
foreign to me, so I stopped…
I’ve slept a long time with whores; I’ve become a man who can’t
make love in a tender way. most whores will take a fair amount of
abuse for the right price, but a whore will cut a man if he skips
beyond the safe word. I’ve seen it happen.
‘if you can’t make love to me,’ she said, ‘then do to me what you
have done to whores.’
she gave me the edge that I needed, & she would agonize for it. the
first slaps repelled her, but soon she yearned for them. the welts I
branded on her firm mounds were the searing embers of her
submissiveness. she embraced the torment even as her tears fell.
in bed, I twisted her like a ragdoll, assaulting her deliquescent
arroyo till I was fully aroused, then turning her to push brutally into
her petulant dimpled rim. I glazed her with a humiliation that made
a man a hideous thing, & she swallowed it.
she was my whore, by her own edict, & when I leave her, she’ll
find other men, & she’ll be their whore. she could wait for me in
her secret spot, in the plaintive melancholy of the yellow river,
but I won’t be back.
forgive me, baby, I took you for a hard ride. forgive me for turning
your heart into a cum-stained rag that no one will ever want.
forgive me for loving you in a way that you could never forgive…
(Artist unknown)
Published 23rd Aug 2016
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23rd Aug 2016 10:42pm
John! This was amazing!
‘if you can’t make love to me,’ she said, ‘then do to me what you
have done to whores.'
Truly,stunning. Beautiful artwork and beautiful words......
‘if you can’t make love to me,’ she said, ‘then do to me what you
have done to whores.'
Truly,stunning. Beautiful artwork and beautiful words......
23rd Aug 2016 10:58pm
"forgive me, baby, I took you for a hard ride. forgive me for turning
your heart into a cum-stained rag that no one will ever want."
John took me on a wild ride with this one ;)
loved every last bit of it..
love Crim
your heart into a cum-stained rag that no one will ever want."
John took me on a wild ride with this one ;)
loved every last bit of it..
love Crim
24th Aug 2016 00:19am
24th Aug 2016 1:29am
This would be hard to take from a writer of lesser skills. The whore is degraded, and the man rendered "a hideous thing." A brutal and captivating write.
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24th Aug 2016 1:44am
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Anonymous
24th Aug 2016 4:44am
My My dear.... Its everything and then some..
Trish
Trish
24th Aug 2016 8:23am
24th Aug 2016 6:24pm
Again well done sir...extracting every ounce of a moment...the heart of a poet
Anonymous
26th Aug 2016 2:32am
Sir John, I got nothing....left speechless at the talent you and a Blue Bic have together...you never cease to amaze me...this is exemplary and right now I am pissed I'm not stuckinahardplace lol With love always - Taryn xoxo
