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Click hereOne-way whore is a street you go south on.
He taunts lower than dust and I'm really
not sure what depth that is. I am wary
of blue towels, oily beneath
nude hesitation. Pushed
against slender bars, I become small
and fear his window's
swollen moon. In its light,
he is sharp-toothed. Cunt!
rips tenderly, as his fingers
curl inside me.
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copyright d. dixon
july 2008
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<br>Intense!<br>
Intensely intending,<br>
Physically intense<br>
Power!<br>
Action-unhindered power<br>
Rolling you into where he wants you to go.<br>
You let him roll you into the shape he wants. <br>
You want where his fingers curl.<br>
You both get what you want<br>
separate in your worlds<br>
of primal joy,<br>
of mutual facilitation.<br><br>
In other words, I like it but am not quite able to explain why.
I wouldn't have the courage to write some of these lines.Initially I was overwhelmed and yes shocked by the image.But then it dawned this is fine poeetry of a kind I couldn't write. I didn't 'love it' but this commands respect. Thank you.
I can hear the grunting and growls in the sweaty dark. Great poem Ms. D, very evocative of time and place. This poem mentioned on the New Poems Review thread on Literotica's Poetry Feedback and Discussion forum.
You never cease to impress me. "swollen moon. In its light,
he is sharp-toothed. Cunt! rips tenderly, as his fingers
curl inside me." is one of the hotest stanzas I have ever read!