I Met A Girl

Poetry

I met a girl
Red lights blazing
flashing backstreet bars
in an alleyway
shadows silent behind
lamppost’s, thin stripped
light bouncing off
her shoulders, Medusa
scantily clad
dancing through her
fractured Halo,
stockings hiked up
high, lest the cold
penetrate, short skirt
on latticed silhouette(s)
tiptoes pointing
slipping in behind
taxis.  Threadbare
pockets strain
fingertips smooth into
green folds;
a handful of jewels
lining her silk purse.

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Lady of the Night

Poetry

Your wish is my command:
I will push back and pull forward
confronting your senses while tearing apart my own

I perform admirably.
I hold my head up in the face.
There is only one thing on my mind

No monthly specials here!
No flat ‘on my back’ rate either.
I’m a bargain in the first place, comparatively.
They should be so lucky

No chance of getting bored.
I re-invent events, creatively
juicy and spicy hot
with a side of lies

The blood never drains nor loses its metallic colour
and the well will never run dry
with KY, spread
from arsehole to breakfast like _______
Class?

I lie
on my back, my side, my stomach
and my face is covered.
69 divine and women line up?
I am not exclusive, smile (wink).
Sad and lonely is universally applied, like my eye-liner
smudged and blurred,
obscured from most

I provide a service.
The hostess with the most(est),
and fine wine will have you spellbound!

They line up,
in a downtown apartment with a sea view
on Fur-Lined Avenue – not!

My un-inhibited wide-on, exhibited
and the 26th floor, awaits you
but I am not for free.
Never for free.

I am a Lady of the Night,
who shines in the face of adversity
with trust issues and insecurities like the rest of us.
I am not blinded by earthly needs by fools.
I wake up.
I put on my make-up.
I dance to my own tune,
and pay the bills

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Two-tailed Tawse

Health, Poetry

 

I will grip
my two-tailed tawse
within an inch of my gloved appendage
& your exposed up-turned posterior

I will

control
/
suspend
\
switch
/
strap
\
bitch
/
slap
\

you into submission
& you will obey!

I will thrash you
within your wildest dreams,
whetting only my desire for satisfaction

you will not look me in the eyes
you will not soil in my presence
you will not touch any part of me

you will cry like a baby
& beg for my forgiveness

when you fail

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