Kahlua On The Slide~

Kahlua On The Slide~

A Poem by NoneOfYourBusiness akaKITTY KUTABAREakaCandyPole
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~club hoppin with gods~ ;)~

"

Slide me in between

your jugular and mind

roll me through the club

in a crystal glass of ice

pour me down the throat

of every skin ablaze

rub me raw against the night

and feed me to the maze

where the minotaur lays tethered

with a grin and cherry blossoms

woven through a braid

of Rapunzel's Apple Bottoms

straining flesh against the denim

as she throws all caution far

and reflects her golden eyes into a disco ball

suspended from the thigh of a stripper on a wire

scaling every man and woman as they glaze their bodies higher

and my merriment is rich

as my teeth sharpen on your bones

etched against a man

bent into the pole

who lifts a crystal goblet

out of a world crushed deep in clay

and pours me like Kahlua

into his cream puree

and I wallow

and I grind

and I kick and buck with zest

as they serve me on the side

with a woman who's confessed

her every sin into my throat

with a mouth that tastes like dreams

and a tongue winds around the stem

of a god fallen and amazed

by all these human antics

and all these animal decrees

and I offer him a glass of me

made from a willow tree

"Do you like it godling?" we throng and smile and dance

against his hair like silver

against his golden abs

as we lick him clean of heaven

and spill our earth and mud

all around his fragments

and he laughs and easily succumbs

to all these manmade sins

and all these manmade glories

he drinks Kahlua with some cream

I smile

the end

of story

 

 

copyright:2010vssmd/pa.inc

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

 

excerpt from. . . .

 

 

 

 

© 2010 NoneOfYourBusiness akaKITTY KUTABAREakaCandyPole


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As always in your writing, the firework of images creates a bright and pulsing poem, with the interlacing (not quite right for fireworks, I admit) of sensual hints - the straining flesh, the suspended thighs, the cream, the grinding and so on... a sort of luscious melange of myth and sex... with strobe lighting and smoke effects...

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Bottoms up and the next ones on the house!
Wow what an awesome write!!!

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Alluring... :)

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

heavens above down to the sins the dance floor, very highlighting poem in such a contrasting way, nice rave

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

As always in your writing, the firework of images creates a bright and pulsing poem, with the interlacing (not quite right for fireworks, I admit) of sensual hints - the straining flesh, the suspended thighs, the cream, the grinding and so on... a sort of luscious melange of myth and sex... with strobe lighting and smoke effects...

Posted 14 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

great flow.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A good choice to post today, a bit of playfulness... morning

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

very smooth - I like very much.

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Excellent.

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Great poem, i liked the first six lines the most =)

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

there is no "Adam" yet been made could stand against the rush of that, rib or no rib

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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