He kneels in worship Silent, shaking, knowing he Will soon taste the whip 2. Fastened to the cross, Face drawn tight, concentration The hiss, crack, the cry 3. Tears of joy, stripes Tiger his back, as He kneels in worship Continue reading A Scene in 3 Haiku
The quote for this week is a haiku by Michael Dudley chosen by 19 Syllables. “quickie the pasta boils over” Here is my quickie haiku “Someone’s coming, quick!” Fumbles, tugs of zips, the stain On his jeans. The smile. A post for Quote Quest. Click on the badge for more quickie fun. Continue reading The Quickie – A Haiku
If I ordered you to fuck me would you? Would your tongue be as eager to my clit as to my boot? Would the fingers of a freshly tawsed hand mine the pleasures of my cunt? You say that to fuck is to top , that you can’t, but know that I will be on top, riding you, my nails spurs on your nipples, … Continue reading If I Ordered You to Fuck Me
I will write one day about a special crush I have. For now I will just say that it has released a wave of creativity and got my writing poetry again. Here is my latest offering. SAVAGE BEAUTY For Rebecca – as always It’s not that I envy you, I really don’t. There was just that time I missed the McQueen exhibition and … Continue reading Savage Beauty
This is a kind of love poem I wrote to the lovely swishy floral latex skirt I bought last year at the Birmingham Bizarre Bazaar from the wonderful mega talented Rebecca of Yummy Gummy Latex to who it is dedicated. You read me like a book. A cliché, I know, but true. Remember the time you whipped A skirt off the rack, a new design, … Continue reading The Latex Skirt
As I couldn’t afford them I cut them out of Vogue, Put them in my handbag as a charm, Mine to keep as long as The paper bears my Obsessive handling, on the tube, In the morning coffee shop, In the places where I take them out, Weigh them in my hands like gems. At night, as you lie beside me, sleeping, I take … Continue reading MEDITATION ON A PAIR OF FENDI THIGH BOOTS
Your hands, Doctor, healing hands that reassure even with a cold touch, hands that move my lips apart with latex softness, a guerrilla in the jungle parting leaves to spot the enemy. Your hands, Doctor, heavy hands that I remember as your face remains veiled in smoke, the hands that gave me polio vaccine like a secular Eucharist, a pink blob on a sugar lump … Continue reading DOCTOR
The day we visited the windmill I began to wet the bed. My father’s Creaking midnight tread pulsed Shockwaves through my sleep: I was back beneath the mill, bewitched by its sails, heavy, heavy with motion, four angels of death stencilled on grey. You laughed once at my phobias until the night you came late to bed and your fingers pulsed shockwaves through my sleep. … Continue reading Windmill
I recently started a poetry challenge with @CatEleven the Feminist Poet. The way this works is that we take in turns to pick a subject agree a deadline and then swap our draft poems and provide each other with critical feedback. We’ve done two so far, ‘Wardrobe’ and ‘Doctor’, I say challenge but I don’t see this as a competition. It’s not about which of … Continue reading The Poetry Challenge
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