untiltled Poem # 45127
She walks with such solemn grace, like snow swirling in the wind, her hips gyrate wildly in my imagination. she's doing it again, occasionally turning back to show me the mischievous grin on her face. something i can't defend, but all this is just passing inebriation, Her voice echo's back softly, "all i want is a taste"... notify my next of kin. iconic deity on a shot glass, another slap, but i like it... here we are so far from my place... lingering between the wants and the needs, juxtaposed from the ordinary missionary... is that my leg?
She's bleeding... i'm in a catholic dream... it's my favorite flavor, mixed with sweat and cum... yum!
Something is said but it's muffled by pillows... bet she's enjoying herself. she arise and grabs me by the back of the head with the gentle grip of a scorpion's vice. continues to lick off my lips, my chin, clean... sharing is caring... we lay intertwined, she's twice my age... she has a daughter my age, a cute daughter my age... i ask questions, ones i couldn't care less about, damn i hate small talk... and i'm bored, with a been there done that attitude, so i do what i do best and ask the real question i was getting to. May i fuck your daughter? the slap this time wasn't sexual, screams and a barrage of objects, apparently i'm an asshole, apparently she wants me out, i'm in tears, what can i say it was funny as fuck... still gonna fuck her daughter though, in her bed none the less, then explain to her just how i know where her mommy's riding crop is kept... now i'm in a catholic heaven!
She walks with such solemn grace, like snow swirling in the wind, her hips gyrate wildly in my imagination. she's doing it again, occasionally turning back to show me the mischievous grin on her face. something i can't defend, but all this is just passing inebriation, Her voice echo's back softly, "all i want is a taste"... notify my next of kin. iconic deity on a shot glass, another slap, but i like it... here we are so far from my place... lingering between the wants and the needs, juxtaposed from the ordinary missionary... is that my leg?
She's bleeding... i'm in a catholic dream... it's my favorite flavor, mixed with sweat and cum... yum!
Something is said but it's muffled by pillows... bet she's enjoying herself. she arise and grabs me by the back of the head with the gentle grip of a scorpion's vice. continues to lick off my lips, my chin, clean... sharing is caring... we lay intertwined, she's twice my age... she has a daughter my age, a cute daughter my age... i ask questions, ones i couldn't care less about, damn i hate small talk... and i'm bored, with a been there done that attitude, so i do what i do best and ask the real question i was getting to. May i fuck your daughter? the slap this time wasn't sexual, screams and a barrage of objects, apparently i'm an asshole, apparently she wants me out, i'm in tears, what can i say it was funny as fuck... still gonna fuck her daughter though, in her bed none the less, then explain to her just how i know where her mommy's riding crop is kept... now i'm in a catholic heaven!
Your story is foul and distasteful.
however, it is merely a post on here... a post that is my art (and it is art, not for what is written, but for how it is written.... also because in my personal opinion, aside from execution, art is art if can invoke an emotion, whether it be positive or negative) and as an artist i share to whomever are willing to witness. now if i posted it on your personal wall and forced you to acknowledge it, i can see your gripe, or if we were friends, (or whatever i don't really have the time to go through each scenario of how this would have been pushed upon you like a religious sermon.) i would understand your dismay, however this was on my personal wall, and i am fairly sure that i never out reached to you in general, let alone for your opinion on this. (though that doesn't mean i don't welcome it) i'm just saying that there are probably worst things (morally) on this site, in other individual blogs, then my poetic anecdote. why am i sure of it, because there are other humans here, many with different opinions and perceptions. so i'm pretty favored by those odds.
This next point i want to make quite clear. this was between two females and myself, in no way does this speak about my views on women. or even meant to disrespect women (with maybe the exception of the mother, note i didn't say the daughter as well, because i didn't really write about her... and quite frankly, she didn't give two fucks. when told, she laughed it off and asked "why would you even fuck that stupid cunt?"... exact words... and true i could have added to this to speak on the generational climate of the west, but i felt it was finished as is, and also i felt the daughter was mad chill. she was smart, funny, completely alt... polar opposite of her mother. and personal favor did affect my decision on the matter) this was just me expressing, an emotion, a thought, and an experience in a way i felt was artistic.
now, that isn't meant to glorify my actions, or justify them, or even explain them, fact of the matter is if you think i'm an asshole, you'd be absolutely right. cause i am. i just felt this needed to be said. (this comment, not the poem. because i will never apologize for any of my work! though i wish i could say the same about my actions...)
i could keep going, and i do have a couple of more issue i'd love to bring up, but the fact is i really just don't have time, especially today. you stay classy!
slainte!
W.G.