This is the second part to the poem - A dream in love
(WARNING - USE OF SOME STRONG OF LANGUAGE)
The red lipstick road
follows my neck to my chest,
I follow the feather curves
on your slender body.
Inhaling the cheap beauty
of the "slut" I'm with;
I choke on the reality
of this fantasy dream.
Her hips are grinding
against mine - she is so slim...
She gets a record of the bull riding joy
while reaping my hair out.
Digging my face
into her sternum, she moans;
clasping onto the silk
I barely reach her god made neck.
It turns into one scream of joy;
my hands rapidly climb up
to her shoulders,
gripping strong for the last few minutes...
The "slut" throws her hands
'round the body of her "slave";
she bites his lip,
the blood drips down
mixing together with
her tears of happiness.
The silent pantomime finale
of two bodies in a kissing "sculpture"...
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I need a cigarette after that one, thanks for the NSFW warning ;) beautiful. I'd like to say that I felt like I was right there, but that seems an awkward thing to say ;)
LOL =)
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Now that's about as real as it gets! Brings back memories of my twenties. Oh, the good old days! Seriously, though, it was a really great poem. I liked it a lot.
Thanks man! It was actaully written about those days )))