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PoetryIsLife

Senior Member

since 2001-10-27

Posts 1763
...in my boxers...

0 posted 2002-10-23 04:02 AM

"You're so wonderful."
the older woman cooed.
I've still got it, she thought,
as she tousled his hair.
"Do be a dear," she demurred,
"won't you come through my door.
You fill it so nicely,
when you walk to and fro."
Playfully she bounced
her foot hanging high.
Leaning on one elbow,
hair in no one way.
"You've come here before, sailor,
why the sudden dismay?"
She traced his leg with her
finally done nails.
He cocked an eyebrow,
unsure where to begin.
She moved in for the kill,
and he sidestepped the blow.
"You won't get me so easily,"
he snarled with a yell.

Suddenly, his strength was gone,
she was there, in his arms,
so cuddled and tight.
Here she belonged,
safe and in sight.
She spoon fed him pleasure,
wrapped in his arms.
He threw her aside,
standing naked and tall.
"How did you get me here,
with these four closing walls?"
Spit on his face,
she rolled her many eyes.
"You get what you want, boy,
when it's not what you need."
Battered and bruised,
he gathered his things.
Taking solace in nothing,
but that dear end in sight.

Suddenly, she cried,
her eyes big and wide;
:You love me too much,
and you feel me inside.
Come back to your bay,
settle in for the night.
I'll make things right,
hunny, you'll see."
Hours on hours now have gone by,
covered in sheets,
temps still high.
It dawns on him quite clearly
he's stuck, no movement to be had.
Pits of hair and brows of one,
slutty outfits undone.
She breathes foul odor,
"You're mine now, dear one."

She dices and slices
his life as she sees,
yet not one ounce of blood be gone.
She's raged, he's caged,
his soul tattered still.
He cries and cries,
yet no water is spilled.
He cries to be saved,
sees all he's done.
As she tortures him still,
the skank begins to wilt.
Great bridge of Light,
pathway to pure.
Confused by his indecency,
then clothed with white robe.

Next thing he knows,
he's down that same road.
She slides up for a kiss,
her scent quite shattering.
His knees begin to shake,
then he remembers a hike.
"My dear, my dear woman,
with you I'm done,
deserved respect.
Though, dare I say it,
I'll see you again."

majnu

Senior Member

since 2002-10-13

Posts 1088
SF Bay Area

1 posted 2002-10-23 08:30 PM

ha! that was hillariously evil. reminds me of "Maggie May."

WhileIWasGone
Member

since 2002-07-18

Posts 486

2 posted 2002-10-24 10:37 AM

Great work...enjoyed.

DeaDiAmore

esclandre
Member

since 2001-06-11

Posts 62
Northern California

3 posted 2002-10-25 09:31 PM

Interesting interaction here. I can see this in relation to many of the experiences of my life, sadly, happily, who knows? A paradox, I suppose, as I suspect was your intention.

Esclandre

PoetryIsLife

Senior Member

since 2001-10-27

Posts 1763
...in my boxers...

4 posted 2002-10-26 04:18 PM

Thank you.

~Titus

"A life unexamined is not worth living."
-Socrates

~K
Member

since 2002-10-19

Posts 104

5 posted 2002-10-29 04:15 PM

hmmmm...I really liked the ending.He sounds like a bit of an anti-hero (my favorite as far as heroes go for their unfailing humanity)

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