Fire

210 cell types, all infused with throbbed lust. Wheeze as if dying, and slobber rapacious red thirst. Quivered pink apertures salivate, even in slumber, for candy behind glass, cash wads tucked into denim, and warm flesh calling silken siren songs from blue rayon cliffs. Strained jester scepters serpent moist caves like bullets projected through steely black chambers. Oh fire! Oh sinew! Ride on!

Hungry tongues that hang, warm and bodiless, in the cold evening air, beg and cajole to worm the tickly dermis, and light the sacred mental torches at all 4 corners of the bone helm altar. Prometheus krumps naked on a writhen meaty platform held by 400 tan Greek bodies; slithering, heat distorted serpents of Eden. Forbidden Pandora fruit drips with sugary sweat. Whole of the body shivers and moans. Weakness masquerades as power behind the spellbound eye, and the mouse falls over the lion to feast on its mighty girth. Oh pleasure! Oh pain! Ride sweet on waves of hot, wet blood.

Life laced with deathwish. Time trickled from erect pink n*****s. Ice of civility melts away for an explosive moment, and the wolves take charge of the night. Howl with me upon nimbus sheets. Squirm with me upon this flawless imperfection. Touch the flame. We’ll let it lick us dry, and char our bones into glorious spirits; ash upon the breeze of a breathy forever. Oh fire! Oh soul! Ride on!

Ride hard!    

Reviews

[Melobldnfr]

Hold the press! You've got my attention right away: "...rapacious red thirst." The word "rapacious" I've afore used to describe my father's hair. It's in a chapter book I've written, and now methinks maybe I should post here sometime.

Also, "nimbus" is another of my favorites. Thanks for sharing!

[Nobody.]

Ah, yes. A few ofmy favorite words as well.
AND, I've just gotten inspired to write about the
The rapacious colored nimbus of an angry young sunset....or sunrise? hmmm. May be just a spoiled child in the sky throwing a tantrum? Or a wild eyed angel falling from the morning star holding his/her wounded ego in trembling bloodstained hands? Well, anyway, you've inspired me. I have to go write now. :) THANK YOU!
Cheers!

[Melobldnfr]

:-D Awesome. Just awesome. Super glad to be of inspiration! 8->

[SkinlessFrank]

if i hadn't neglected to tune up my time machine, i'd have half a mind right now to dust off my spats, pull my cane out of the closet, and hang out at one of those secret cultic congregations....."hey baby, lash up and stow"

[roarke]

This would take an over the top reading by another of my fav actors, Al Pacino. Fire or postcards from Dante's inferno... is a metaphoric tour de force. You don't let the reader come up for air until you're ready to let them breathe... sadist. But then emotion is like that.

[Crowley]

Felt like Rome when nothing was better, nothing was stronger, nothing was sexier. Caligula in a few short paragraphs but missing the word c**k in every other sentence. Breathing heat and spitting immorality, feasting on shackled young asses, faces too dirty to even ask for a name. Crazy cool, loved the feel, the texture and feeling of lost morality...but who gives a f**k, we will live for now and forever. Que the rapture.....

[Larry Dyson]

just one suggestion..change one word...
salivate, even in slumber, at (as).... just slides better in the flow to my ear...

[Larry Dyson]

superb...will read again and let you know if I find anything to alter..dont see any now..

[Robin]

this is passion aflame , a call to glory , To - indeed - Live , Love and Ride hard !