pavlovs_dog

She floated to her knees with the fluid gliding orgasm of pure heroin bliss, and that was the epitome of desire - to float, sink, sway softly down like a green gulf current. Her head hit the wall and it was a downy concrete pillow . She moved her resting head back and forth against the crumbling, mildewed cement and felt the dampened sediment break free, grinding into her forehead but still it felt like the fingers of god, hundreds, millions of them, she could feel them all - tiny shiny quarts bubbles sharp like orgasmic razor blades. If she moved her right head so gently she could sense two large pieces of stone dancing slowly and passionately, growing, spreading, first two now she coiuld feel them all, chunks of granite and flint and feldspar, all gleaming and dancing with brown narcotic syncopation, moving, switching partners, colors everywhere, and the gleaming white disco ball strobing from somewhere in the backround, pulsing and thrumming and keeping beat to the deepest, darkest primal march to the center of the tortured self -and when she was jerked awake with the force of a million leashes, she finally understood the poem about the mandrake, pulled screaming from the earth.

The man had a face like a fisted watermelon, pink and shiny and pitted - the face of men who stare lustily at little lost girls and twiddle their pointer fingers on the palms of unsuspecting young boys during innocent handshakes. He had a face that made mommies pick up their children and hold them tightly, a face that screamed "pervert" in the unconscious safety button of the mind. His naked belly was bristly and fat like a kansas pig, pregnant and heaving with the acidic anticipation and reptillian excitement of the blackest, deepest, morally debaucherous realm of sexual transgression. He felt the way a lycanthrope must feel upon the rising of the full moon, caught between the nurtured path of human sympathy and the inbred animalism of the beast, fighting between steel conscience and ultimate desire. only to burst forth with a raging howl to fed the nagging feral instincts. And with a similar snap the man became the beast, and in this world of sadistic hell the beasts are in control.