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soldiers of sexual nights
she’s painted like dirty pictures in my head when I close my eyes.
I’d crawl thru a barbed-wire mine field to get to her obscene
caress, while tracers make red fractures in the fckless sky. it’s
like boot camp all over again.
I kiss her lips & pull back; she eyes me with smoke & shrapnel.
she opens her mouth a little, & I go in deep, where the French
offer no resistance.
the tainted hickeys I plant on her neck & tits are merits of battle.
when I spank her, she knows I’m serious, & she aches for the sting.
I hold her down by the hair as my fingers slip over her belly, real
quiet & covert; they invade her slick beachhead & I masturbate
her. when she moans my name, she stretches it out just like that,
like the chorus of a song. but she’s not in love, so don’t forget it.
flares in the air tell me it’s time to mount an assault, & I storm
her valiant citadel. it’s the desire that bonds us, it’s the passion
that crushes us.
she delivers the agony of reckless abandon & lost kisses, along
with the blues in the night, bluer than the riffs of a steel guitar. but
when the dream ends, it’s the concentration camp of my loneliness.
I could tattoo my initials on her sweet ass –
I could write a fckn poem…
(Art: Francesca Galliani)
Published 14th Dec 2016
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14th Dec 2016 3:38am
Brutal, raw, passion, the kind that crushes us and still we need it to survive.
Amazing, John, just amazing...
Amazing, John, just amazing...
14th Dec 2016 4:11am
14th Dec 2016 4:20am
14th Dec 2016 3:05pm
"I kiss her lips & pull back; she eyes me with smoke & shrapnel. "
John only you can fck me with your poetry and come up with a line like that..
love this..
xo Crim
John only you can fck me with your poetry and come up with a line like that..
love this..
xo Crim
14th Dec 2016 3:44pm
Great imagery in this one!
"when she moans my name, she stretches it out just like that,
like the chorus of a song" > this sentence really stood out for me!
Beautiful choice of art, as always...
"when she moans my name, she stretches it out just like that,
like the chorus of a song" > this sentence really stood out for me!
Beautiful choice of art, as always...
14th Dec 2016 9:10pm
I kiss her lips & pull back; she eyes me with smoke & shrapnel.
she opens her mouth a little, & I go in deep, where the French
offer no resistance.
Amazing imagery, John. The entire thing is indicative of the raw beauty you so oft display in your poetry.
she opens her mouth a little, & I go in deep, where the French
offer no resistance.
Amazing imagery, John. The entire thing is indicative of the raw beauty you so oft display in your poetry.
Anonymous
15th Dec 2016 2:03am
And here they are....
"it’s the desire that bonds us, it’s the passion
that crushes us."
~ and yes....you will tell it all in a fckn poem...killing me, John...
With love, always - Kitten xoxo
"it’s the desire that bonds us, it’s the passion
that crushes us."
~ and yes....you will tell it all in a fckn poem...killing me, John...
With love, always - Kitten xoxo
15th Dec 2016 3:02am
Like it...damn I love this poem...as Bukowski said...love is a dog from hell...one fierce piece of ink John.
Cheers...Harry
Cheers...Harry
17th Dec 2016 12:53pm
You had me clinging on to every word from the first to the last! You have such a GREAT engaging start to finish...leaving fans of this poem ACCCCHHHING for more!!! This is a GOLDEN MASTERPIECE, the HEART and SOUL of what EROTIC poems ought to be....
Loving and savoring every word!!! Outstanding!!!
Loving and savoring every word!!! Outstanding!!!
28th Jan 2017 3:11am
