dark lover on a beautiful horse
you will not enjoy this, he alleged
as the inner child died in me
as the inner child cried in me
and the first drop of blood
dribs in the form of a delirium
stranded somewhere
between the oath of evil and
the darkness`s of pleasure
the second blood …
it splattered like a sunburst
because
we want dark lovers
on beautiful horses
but we instead get men
who shower us with flowers
and stand outside our bedroom windows;
no doubt
he sees my soul
when he peels back
the black lash of curtains
and seizes that lone tear drop
on your belly, he demands my body
a one hand noose wraps around my throat
the other guts, then splays open my wisdom
obscured by desperation; I need this `just breathe, okay?`
and he wants to do me
with a dildo and a vibrator
where one stimulates
and one penetrates
but my flesh is not the digital masque
these buttons that he de`presses
do not send me into a virtual ecstasy
why do you waste your time? I dare ask.
but there`s a fault in my system
a pheromone that calls to the unsavory
as he leaves me standing vacant
at the window
struggling to breathe
kicking my feet, pussy gushing blue
as I continue to feel the strangle
of his con`sexual violation;
he was a caller, a gentleman just before dawn
walking down that promiscuous dirt road
where the crossroads of my uncertainty
pointed the way in arrows; he never looks back
and I never look forward … I don`t know
if it even was a rape as it felt like winter
in bedlam
still … it was something even
if it had no meaning.
I light a cigarette and inhale
because it`s the best I can do for the moment
Deflower
I am a flower
I am beautiful in your eyes
I smell of everything you lust
above me,
beneath me,
behind me,
you break me
like the stem
once holding the flower
Domestupidy
I can’t take it anymore,
your fightin’ words
riddle like bullets
in my head
You stroll across the room,
your bare ass thighs sit
parted on the sofa,
your lips purse
I tell you all we’re good for is
orgies and social dinners, but
I’m ignored as usual, you’re
unusual, as usual
I tell you, if you love him,
then set me free! Oh
for fucks sake, stop
fucking with me!
I need another drink, another
excuse for you to wallow in
self-pity; and this house of
domesticity has become a
house of domestupidy
I’d like to think we’re better
than this so I hand you my
cigarette and tell you to
do that thing with
your gifted clit
I hold my scotch breath; I envy
the way your pussy smokes
my cigarette, an obvious
connotation that my
dick is no match.
None
one
finger
two
fingers
three
fingers
four
and his hand slowly glides in
in soft rhythming strokes
opening her soul, a universe
his thumb
strokes
her bypass
thus accelerating her heart
from zero to sixty
her lips pucker and disperse
when he shifts his wrist
deep inside of her
she is a beautiful place
a magical place
a princess flushing blush
she is the core of her thrown
she writhes and convulses
her orgasm pulses
and pulses
and pulses
an impromptu dance
her orifice a ballroom
of roses and musk
flirting with his fist
kissing his fist
fucking his fist
and together she bonds them
as one not two
drenching those sheets
in spools of lustfilled tears raging through
four
fingers
three
fingers
two
fingers
one
none
Beneath A Gangster’s Fedora
I listened to my heart beating in the depth of my mouth,
my erratic breathing revolving around in my eardrums
as if this were another place, another time, only with me
standing on the opposite end. . .and blood is a big expense
How long I’ve been living in my own pool of gangster lust, greed
and revenge never ceases to amaze me, never ceases to question me
each time I hand off my Fedora to the wake of her pleasure
nestled on a spindle without an ounce of regret or the threat of death?
I am breath. . .less as my bare feet touch down over
the scuffed floorboards harboring deftly secrets that have
ended in spools of blood from some post-tragic interlude
and I await mine each time we meet like this. . .this way
I glimpse over my shoulder, and my belly pulls from the
naked sight of her lithe body lying there on white sheets
soon to be red like the night I broke her ingrown cherry
she could never be a virgin twice, life would be too meaningful
There is a mirror standing across the room, my naked body
gravitates to it, my Fedora clutching tight in one hand gently
places it on my head while the glide of my finger across the brim
mirrors the glide of my dick over her pussy to expel those cir-cum-stances
She moans in her slumber and her ass emulates against her moan as those
chaotic hips sway one way, sway the other, humping those sheets she calls
his name and whispers my name and shame never becomes her despite
the babies crying downstairs, a couple fighting in the hall, I am fucked
DIVA of DARKNESS 