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boots tell a story
she was a tainted angel of rare beauty, which I took selfishly,
as a soldier does when he’s given something that’s too
beautiful for him. too precious for the hands that he kills with.
I went to kiss her, but she moved her face away from my lips.
I kissed her cheek; I held her hair & smelled its fragrance, a
fruit, perhaps, that I could not remember. in the aspect of her
sensual nature, the shock of her skin against my fingers,
she was more a woman than a whore.
she could not avoid my hands as they traversed the splendour
of her regions. she must have felt my enthrallment, a wonder
that made her tremble.
fragile object of beauty, I thought, yet she was given, paid, for
my pleasure. as I kissed her thighs, she knew it was time for
my carnal intrusion.
she opened her legs & took in the force of me, as a funnel of
breath escaped her. the voyage of sex, the coarse friction of
advancing & retreating, to advance again, clouded my mind to
the agonies beyond her bed.
she whispered in my ear, words of artificial affection, as she
guided me toward the release of my passion. I held off for
several minutes, to steal the magnificence of this girl, in the
way that I plundered her.
at last, I reached the end of my forbearance. somewhere, planets
spun around a vanquishing sun, moons regenerated & stars
exploded! & I was caught in the rush of it –
after some moments of quietly holding her, the treasure of her,
I left the bed, dressed in my uniform, pulled on my boots & laced
them up. in my heart, I battled the ordeal of leaving her;
of going back….
(Art: Helmut Newton)
Published 24th Dec 2016
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24th Dec 2016 11:23pm
Took my breath away, John.
'after some moments of quietly holding her, the treasure of her,
I left the bed, dressed in my uniform, pulled on my boots & laced
them up. in my heart, I battled the ordeal of leaving her;
of going back….'
Such a masterful job you've done...
'after some moments of quietly holding her, the treasure of her,
I left the bed, dressed in my uniform, pulled on my boots & laced
them up. in my heart, I battled the ordeal of leaving her;
of going back….'
Such a masterful job you've done...
It sounds like a memoir, or part of one, especially with the intriguing ending that sounds like it ties into a bigger story; I could picture it on a book jacket....
Anonymous
25th Dec 2016 5:18pm
John, these lines are incredible...especially those last two....
"the voyage of sex, the coarse friction of
advancing & retreating, to advance again, clouded my mind to
the agonies beyond her bed."
With love, always - Kitten xoxo
"the voyage of sex, the coarse friction of
advancing & retreating, to advance again, clouded my mind to
the agonies beyond her bed."
With love, always - Kitten xoxo
26th Dec 2016 9:07am
26th Dec 2016 8:45pm
Your poems are lovemaking expressed, John. The honesty of a heart filled with stories to tell.
