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girl by girl
she thinks about the hardcore absurdities of sex, the Wehrmacht tango
of taking a girl for a lover, as if it were Sunday in Munich.
she likes her men hard, but sometimes she wants to be the cruel one,
to burn a girl, red-haired & temptable, with the same fire that a man
strikes in her.
if she went out with a woman, she could wear what’s comfortable, not an
outfit that’s tight on her ass & accentuates her breasts, designed for the
curious male. because a woman knows what you’ve got & wants it anyway.
where Sappho traversed, there she would go. the loosener of limbs…
bittersweet, sly, uncontrollable creature. her heart would break for sorrow &
joy, had been broken, & would break again, for love. she would allow herself
away from that gritty agony, however briefly, in the arms of her girl lover.
simply, she wanted to caress her gypsy-haired seductress, to kiss her pretty
lips, & continue on across the pensive terrain of her flesh, all of her, until
she knelt at the altar of her ankles; adoring, & being adored. it was not the
fantasy of falling in love: it was the fantasy of not falling in love.
upon a plain white bed that they could wrinkle & wet without embarrassment,
she could gaze into her lover’s eyes when they’ve abused each one’s sexual
parts, euphoric by her side, cheek upon cheek, the tousles of their hair tangled
in a beautiful mess.
it would be an absence of absurdities, brash & liquid & contemptible;
it would be Sunday in Munich.
till she’s ready for a man again…
(Artist unknown)
Published 28th Oct 2016
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28th Oct 2016 8:41pm
To be in the arms of a gypsy-haired seductress, not to be loved,but to be a lover, so beautiful.
And then,
'it would be an absence of absurdities, brash & liquid & contemptible;
it would be Sunday in Munich.'
till she’s ready for a man again…
A closing line to leave us breathless.
Such a stunning work of art, in photo and in verse. A true masterpiece, John, just beautiful....
And then,
'it would be an absence of absurdities, brash & liquid & contemptible;
it would be Sunday in Munich.'
till she’s ready for a man again…
A closing line to leave us breathless.
Such a stunning work of art, in photo and in verse. A true masterpiece, John, just beautiful....
28th Oct 2016 9:55pm
28th Oct 2016 10:49pm
Despite the articulate imagery expressed throughout the poem...
it would be Sunday in Munich.
....that line is a painting that brings the canvas to life.
it would be Sunday in Munich.
....that line is a painting that brings the canvas to life.
Anonymous
29th Oct 2016 3:34am
Sir John, you can leave me breathless with any subject you speak of and this write of course has done that. Loved these lines...
"simply, she wanted to caress her gypsy-haired seductress, to kiss her pretty
lips, & continue on across the pensive terrain of her flesh, all of her,"
With love always - Taryn xoxo
"simply, she wanted to caress her gypsy-haired seductress, to kiss her pretty
lips, & continue on across the pensive terrain of her flesh, all of her,"
With love always - Taryn xoxo
29th Oct 2016 5:23am
sweet seduction in the hands of woman who loves to Dominate sometimes i've been in lust with such a woman ;)
sexy ink John..
love Crim
sexy ink John..
love Crim
29th Oct 2016 3:32pm
29th Oct 2016 9:56pm
I traveled to where she was and even lusted alongside her. beautifully written.
