Francesca De Le Bleu (Spoken Word)

That was her name
It said so on her tag.
Francesca in a tight white uniform
Please take your time,
Bathe me, feel my throbbing pulse.

I am your patient prisoner
Confined to this sterile cell,
This mechanical bed, these tubes,
My plaster and bandages.

Close the blind,
Bathe me gently kiss me sweetly.
Touch me with your cold latex fingers.
Smile, yes you did,
A little girl smile
Naughty and wild.

Tease me.
Her blue hair tied neat and tight,
Release that punk blue
Let it out and flow over my bare chest
Caress my fragile state.

Take off your dress,
Slide that silent seal
Down to your waist,
Shed that snake skin,
Now roll it of your hips
And let it drop to the floor.

Francesca you are my heaven
Concealed in white lingerie,
With white thigh high stockings.
Climb up onto the bed and
Straddle my broken bones.
 
Release the hounds!
Let those babies out,
Reveal their splendorous bounce.
Dangle them like dripping flesh
Before a ravenous beast.

By the way, would you like
To share some chocolate slice?
My…sister made especially…
For you to eat off my loins.

Francesca naughty and wild
Wearing nothing more than
White thigh high fishnets
And a chocolate smile as
She rides…‘Rudolph,’
She moans into my ear,
That’s my name it says
So on my wristband.

‘Rudolph,’ she moans again.
My bouncing blue hair vixen
Levering back and forth
Heaving on her horse
As I grasp her nimble bosom
With one spare hand and
Nurture the plaster
Cast above my head.

The jarring impacts of her
Thrusts aggravate my broken
Ribs and fractured jaw,
But pain is splendid and
Francesca holds her course.
 
‘Rudolph,’ she moans,
‘Francesca,’ I groan.
‘Rudolph!’ nurse Francesca says,
Standing by my bed
Blue hair neat and tight and
Her slender figure dressed.

‘Yes?’ I reply.
‘A gift she says and
Places a Rubik’s Cube
Upon my chest.