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Les Femmes Lāche
Thigh highs ... stiletto heels clicking
street walking beauties smelling like
cheap perfume ... and ... degradation
Silently, he watched as they lined up
hand picked and hand sorted, beckoning
clients from car windows
There she stood, skirt hiked up
cold soaked whore of the night
her scent
Of desperation fermenting
like a dark bordeaux, uncorked,
waiting to be tasted
He advanced
The sharp steel of his blade
the only introduction needed
He spoke of freedom
impenetrable darkness
dreams sweet as vintage port
He spoke of all this
while the point of his blade
traced the outline of her shame
Pushed up against the wall,
stripped whipped fucked
taken to the extreme
She cried the acrid taste
of her tears
turned
to
fine
wine
~Wicked
street walking beauties smelling like
cheap perfume ... and ... degradation
Silently, he watched as they lined up
hand picked and hand sorted, beckoning
clients from car windows
There she stood, skirt hiked up
cold soaked whore of the night
her scent
Of desperation fermenting
like a dark bordeaux, uncorked,
waiting to be tasted
He advanced
The sharp steel of his blade
the only introduction needed
He spoke of freedom
impenetrable darkness
dreams sweet as vintage port
He spoke of all this
while the point of his blade
traced the outline of her shame
Pushed up against the wall,
stripped whipped fucked
taken to the extreme
She cried the acrid taste
of her tears
turned
to
fine
wine
~Wicked
Published 1st Jan 2018
| Edited 2nd Jan 2018
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3rd Jan 2018 6:59am
okie dokie , idk if i'm just sleep deprived af lol or of if this has undergone another edit like really recently, but the port line feels very new smh more coffee needed, clearly...
... after a cursory read, it looks good. will have to come back to this when i'm properly awake & can put words into sentences.
... after a cursory read, it looks good. will have to come back to this when i'm properly awake & can put words into sentences.
3rd Jan 2018 8:39am
I couldnt edit it if I wanted to ... metaphors do not come easy to me. This one almost made my brain bleed ... wish I had 1/10 of your talent
3rd Jan 2018 8:23am
3rd Jan 2018 8:26am
dearest Wicked One
I was completely aroused by this
tale of debauchery..
suits my taste perfectly..
love Crim
I was completely aroused by this
tale of debauchery..
suits my taste perfectly..
love Crim
3rd Jan 2018 8:38am
Beautiful dark poetess ... you just made my day. I admire your talent so very much. Your comments and visits are greatly appreciated.
~Wicked
~Wicked
3rd Jan 2018 6:21pm
I'm starting to become smitten with the tip of your pen! :)
"her scent
Of desperation fermenting
like a dark bordeaux, uncorked,
waiting to be tasted" <<< loved!
"her scent
Of desperation fermenting
like a dark bordeaux, uncorked,
waiting to be tasted" <<< loved!
What an honor!
I hope that you remain smitten
What man could resist a beautiful woman who is both intelligent, and gifted.
Ms. Rain, I believe you have been the brightest light in a pretty dark day
Many thanks,
~Wicked
I hope that you remain smitten
What man could resist a beautiful woman who is both intelligent, and gifted.
Ms. Rain, I believe you have been the brightest light in a pretty dark day
Many thanks,
~Wicked
3rd Jan 2018 6:29pm
3rd Jan 2018 6:30pm
3rd Jan 2018 7:40pm
Absolutely LOVE the extreme darkness of this piece. Given my aversions to knives, the fact that this has my juices pumping is my compliment yo you!
3rd Jan 2018 8:50pm
My dear poetess
I know all to well of your aversion to knives ... I am glad you were able to transcend your fear ;)
Always,
Wicked
I know all to well of your aversion to knives ... I am glad you were able to transcend your fear ;)
Always,
Wicked
Anonymous
- Edited 4th Mar 2024 6:45am
4th Jan 2018 7:25am
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My dear Duende
Thank you for your visit, and your kind words.
I admire your work ... your comments and visits make me smile :)
I must add ... you also grabbed my attention with your obsession with knives ... an obsession, as is obvious, that I share ... perhaps one day we could swap stories ;)
Thank you for your comments... I look forward to your visits.
~Wicked
Thank you for your visit, and your kind words.
I admire your work ... your comments and visits make me smile :)
I must add ... you also grabbed my attention with your obsession with knives ... an obsession, as is obvious, that I share ... perhaps one day we could swap stories ;)
Thank you for your comments... I look forward to your visits.
~Wicked
Anonymous
- Edited 4th Mar 2024 6:45am
5th Jan 2018 11:59am
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5th Jan 2018 12:12pm
My obcession with knives is because ....
Those words my dear Duende ... are music to this Sadists ears . The main reason i rarely use blindfolds is, i enjoy instilling fear, and seeing it in the eyes of my masochist/sub. I have made women tremble just by the look in my eyes, the toneof my voice.
You sound perfect ... pity we live in seperate countries
~Wicked
Those words my dear Duende ... are music to this Sadists ears . The main reason i rarely use blindfolds is, i enjoy instilling fear, and seeing it in the eyes of my masochist/sub. I have made women tremble just by the look in my eyes, the toneof my voice.
You sound perfect ... pity we live in seperate countries
~Wicked
