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Lost
We loll casually entirely comfortable
Glass in hand talking, familiar subjects
"Did you fuck him?"
"No, did you?"
We laugh no way I ain’t gay
And you know it minx
Anyway she says what about that dance?
You teachin’ me or what?
We move
We sway
Why learn the waltz anyway?
She draws near her breath wine sweet in my ear
My arm around her waist so slender so tender
She avoids my gaze
Nuzzles my neck
Familiar stirrings long denied
Before they’re fully thought they’ve died
Killed by the horror of their consequence
Her hand strays to my buttocks, stroking
Little tease always joking
Seeking playful revenge
I move to kiss her cheek
She turns her lovely head
Catches me fully on the lips
“Gotcha” she quips
Her taste consumes me
The kiss returned tongue probing
Joins with hers
In answer to my sinful prayers
Erect penis comes between us
She’s aware, doesn’t care
The dreaded longed for moment is here
Trembling hand onto her breast
Feeling her heart's raging fires
Passion rises I lift her head
Forcing her to confront her desires
“You sure?”
Her hand slides down touching my manhood
Giving it a gentle squeeze “Please”
Blood pulse thunders through my veins
Consumes my brain
We stare, the other so familiar
Yet strangers in our nakedness
Each knowing we wanted this for years
Never daring to admit it
Even to ourselves
I take her there on the couch
Lost utterly lost
In illicit satisfaction of our lust
We plunder each other
Sister and brother
Forever damned
By incestuous union
Glass in hand talking, familiar subjects
"Did you fuck him?"
"No, did you?"
We laugh no way I ain’t gay
And you know it minx
Anyway she says what about that dance?
You teachin’ me or what?
We move
We sway
Why learn the waltz anyway?
She draws near her breath wine sweet in my ear
My arm around her waist so slender so tender
She avoids my gaze
Nuzzles my neck
Familiar stirrings long denied
Before they’re fully thought they’ve died
Killed by the horror of their consequence
Her hand strays to my buttocks, stroking
Little tease always joking
Seeking playful revenge
I move to kiss her cheek
She turns her lovely head
Catches me fully on the lips
“Gotcha” she quips
Her taste consumes me
The kiss returned tongue probing
Joins with hers
In answer to my sinful prayers
Erect penis comes between us
She’s aware, doesn’t care
The dreaded longed for moment is here
Trembling hand onto her breast
Feeling her heart's raging fires
Passion rises I lift her head
Forcing her to confront her desires
“You sure?”
Her hand slides down touching my manhood
Giving it a gentle squeeze “Please”
Blood pulse thunders through my veins
Consumes my brain
We stare, the other so familiar
Yet strangers in our nakedness
Each knowing we wanted this for years
Never daring to admit it
Even to ourselves
I take her there on the couch
Lost utterly lost
In illicit satisfaction of our lust
We plunder each other
Sister and brother
Forever damned
By incestuous union
Published 19th Nov 2012
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19th Nov 2012 3:49pm
Nicely nasty little twist at the end. Thank you for writing and sharing this.
19th Nov 2012 5:12pm
Thanx mate I thought I'd given the 'plot' away too early, too many clues. You've just shown me I haven't. Very grateful
19th Nov 2012 3:58pm
An extremely twisted tone to this poem. Is this a work of fiction or something taken from a personal account? If I may ask.
19th Nov 2012 5:24pm
Thank you for your question yes, ask you may. You have flattered me beyond belief by showing me I have managed to inject the air of realism into the poem that I sought to do.
As for twisted? As poets do we not have a duty to look into all corners of being not just the nice ones? How would you know what darkness is if you had never seen the light?
Should you care to look at my other works you would see I also deal with child abuse (That is from experience)I'm strong on humour too, A genre sadly lacking on this site however it does reflect life.
Bless you
The cat
As for twisted? As poets do we not have a duty to look into all corners of being not just the nice ones? How would you know what darkness is if you had never seen the light?
Should you care to look at my other works you would see I also deal with child abuse (That is from experience)I'm strong on humour too, A genre sadly lacking on this site however it does reflect life.
Bless you
The cat
21st Nov 2012 7:54pm
I had a feeling this was inspired by some aspect of your life. The description and narrations were so vivid that I began to second guess myself though.
I Agree, I find that the darker side of poetry ends up having a greater impact Than that of the pleasant. Though, that just may be my preference. I'll be sure to read some more of your other work.=) Check out some of mine if you get the time ^_^ Cheers
I Agree, I find that the darker side of poetry ends up having a greater impact Than that of the pleasant. Though, that just may be my preference. I'll be sure to read some more of your other work.=) Check out some of mine if you get the time ^_^ Cheers
22nd Nov 2012 1:49pm
Hi,
Thank you for your comment it's kind of you to take the trouble. I will read your poetry soon but I've damaged my left eye and must restrict my computer viewing to a max of ten minuites for a few days.
I mentioned this poem to my sister; she found the notion of it being anecdotal hilarious as she's a 66 year old short over weight lesbian out since she was 16. :-)
Thank you for your comment it's kind of you to take the trouble. I will read your poetry soon but I've damaged my left eye and must restrict my computer viewing to a max of ten minuites for a few days.
I mentioned this poem to my sister; she found the notion of it being anecdotal hilarious as she's a 66 year old short over weight lesbian out since she was 16. :-)
