Blue Babe

Cigarette smoke is the topic.

 

You taste of decay and death, my dear.
A robust flavor masked by seductive musk.
That potent kiss, I crave on my lips
While knowing of the countless men you've savored,
And all who are enslaved to your shape.
Passion burns within your smooth, pale skin,
Slowly, but ever reaching to climax.
I breathe you in, oh killer mine,
My tongue and lips desiring you.
Soul, body, mind, wastes away for your pleasure,
Sacrificed willingly to your whorish delight.
With every exhale you dance before me,
Chaotic beauty in your swirling blue mists.
You are every self-destructive man's fantasy,
Detestable and delectable, I use your abuse of me.
Again you press upon my mouth.
Once more I give in to your advances.
My mistress of death prolonged, postponed,
Dance in the cold night for me endlessly.

Reviews

[Elissa; the genuine art..]

This is a great write. I really loved the swirling, seductive nature of it.
"Chaotic beauty in your swirling blue mists.
You are every self-destructive man's fantasy,
Detestable and delectable, I use your abuse of me."
Great line. Amazing write overall, actually.
Keep up the great work!

-Elissa :D

[KAOlmsted]

I haven't smoked in over a decade, but...I think I need a smoke ;-) Really excellent write.

[John Stussy]

Haha, thank you for the review. It's hard to resist their seductive pull. ;)

[That_Girl]

Seductive. I love your imagery; it's fantastic. I absolutely adore the opening line. Nice!

[John Stussy]

Thank you kindly. My mistress Tobacco gives me inspiration every time and again in exchange for the days she shaves off my life. :P

[That_Girl]

She has a way of doing that, doesn't she? Sultry temptress. :)

[Deaths Cold Kiss]

full of temptation:), i love it

[deeps]

This is quite the amazing write. I like this
Wonderfully written and so well expressed.

[R J Askew]

Great job. 'Detestable and delectable' captures the case perfectly. We love and we hate ourselves for succumbing. Also there is a sense of weary exhastion in the inevitability of it all. And after we have had our fill, then what? Back for more I suppose. And I wasn't thinking of cigarettes as I didn't notice that bit till I'd read it. Ach, but then 'passion burns' can surely only refer to cigarettes, right?!? Question is, once we start giving things up where do we stop as most things do us in one way or another. Next question, what is the point of living to be 100 anyway? Most if not all of the really best things in life are absolutely and definitely packed into the first 30 years, without the slightest smoke ring of a doubt.

[Mark]

The entire poem is the single best metaphor I have ever read for the things men do to themselves, willingly and knowingly, that are bad for them. I had first supposed your references to be to some form of liquor, perhaps Grey Goose or Bombay (the "blue" reference), but upon further reading, I now believe you are referring to cigarettes. And all of these surmises so skillfully wrapped in the guise of a man talking to a toxic woman! Very exquisitely done, John!

[QuietPoet]

I loved this, nice imagery. You kept me reading. Nice job.

[cest la vie]

Wow, terriffic write and use of metaphors. Can't really single out one line, as the entire piece is so damn well written. Gonna have to keep my eye on your writes. Two thumbs up!!

Lynne