Two Poems (December 20, 2009. Issue 12.)
CUPCAKE
Sweet treat
a naughty indulgence
one candy sprinkled confection
evoking attention
a real tart -
icing over
burnt edges
with battered innards
gooey
under cooked
raw
dancing in a paper skirt
tarting up the mold
tempting
teasing
tongue lapping the mound
finger stroking
sugary coated flaws
licking lips
dripping
frosting
begging you
to take a bite
and eat me
HISTRIONICS OF MEN
Incestuous blood,
skeletoned away
fifty odd years ago,
coagulates through
familial veins.
Odd shadows shape shift
across old family photos.
Engendered arms,
wrapped around daughters'
shoulders, bares resemblances
to darker tones
in old black and whites.
Bred into closeted
histrionics
failed to save
from father’s salacious touch,
lecherous blood is our own.
Scapegoats to all
aborted dreams and
missteps miscarried;
a mother’s salvation
crucified by
malevolent existences.
We perjure ourselves on
made up truths -
white picket fenced normalcy.
Interior rooms wax and wane
decades of mental masturbation
father’s verbal hands
stripping all femininity
and virtue;
little Lolitas seeking
un-conditional love through
myriads of men.
Beds bruise
deeper - with more
palpable penetrations
bored into non-existence.
Figments,
we are holes in the mattress
responding to any name
as long as we believe
we
are
loved.
All Good Catholic Boys Like to Suck Lolly's Pop (July 20, 2009. Issue 7.)
Joey emphatically plopped to bended knees and resting his elbows on the bed in prayer pose, began his daily devotion with Grandma’s tattered Bible. Eyelashes fluttered back carnal cravings, he thought of licking through Lolly‘s amber pubic waves and mounting mounds of pliable pussy. Visions of her sugared powdery plums danced behind closed lids as he inculcated the prayer ruled by nuns into his knuckles since youth. As his fingers thumbed various place holders, he could smell the yellow highlights and his/her notes in the margins. Their odor reeked of a sinners’ desperation to expunge the curse of self gratification.
Joey recited, “Jesus said, ‘But I say to you that whoever looks at a woman to lust for her has already committed adultery with her in his heart.' Matthew chapter five, verse twenty-eight.” This scripture blighted Joey as his self-indulgent rationalization waged war with confessional resignation before morning coffee.
“Lord, I confess that I have lusted in specific ways. Well, specifically for Lolly. But you know that already. Right? How specific do ya want me to get? Anyway…”
(Is Lolly all the woman I will ever need?)
“I know my lust is sinful and shameful, one of the Seven Deadly according to Grandma, God rest her soul, and Sister Rose.”
(Can what I feel for her really be called lust? Yes? No? Probably? Oh, of course it fucking is…but …)
“I am sorry for sinning against you in my pursuit of sexual pleasure with my eyes and mind.”
(She is a willing participant and it isn’t as if I am really hurting anyone when I am with her. Yeah, I desire her and all but if she keeps me away from more tangible prey can my lust for her be really all that bad? I mean, it is like the lesser of two evils. Right? And she never complains.)
“I ask Your forgiveness. Thank you, Lord, for this forgiveness I have through the blood of Jesus Christ.”
Joey realized more of Lolly’s virtues. Although she had a big mouth, she was very tight-lipped about their affair, she was never messy, and there was never an inconvenient time for what he desired.
(She isn’t married and likely never will be so it ain’t like I’m committing adultery? Sure, it is possible for her to be involved with other men, but once I am through with her no one will ever want her. God, do I want that pussy again.)
Joey felt the first spasm of a hard-on as his penis flexed; making the woman’s panties, he had a fetish for wearing tauter behind the zipper of his jeans. Readjusting, he closed his eyes tighter and began the repentant lines of his morning prayer.
“Lord Jesus, I turn from my lustful ways now, and I surrender every source I have used for lust: my eyes, my hands, my dick, uhm…my Playboys, free Internet porn…”
(Damn, those two lesbian bitches on the web were so hot last night. Lolly would never do that. She is too fresh out of the box and virginal, so to speak…can’t be too careful these days. Ya never know where some of those nasty snatches have been. I know Lolly, but she ain’t damaged goods).
Joey’s penis pulsed a few more times. He pressed against the mattress in an effort to dampen his burgeoning desire, the effect only made him harder as he leaned in again and again, dry humping the edge of his bed. His cock now stood at full attention as he tried to finish his prayer.
“I cast them off from my mind and body…”
(Ah, damn!) But he resisted the urge to unzip and tug at his dick.
“…committing my eyes, mind and body to serving you in holiness with your help. Lord, please teach me, strengthen me, guide me, and draw me close to You for the difficult road ahead. Thank You, Jesus, Amen.”
(Fuck! I really wanna jerk-off…)
Joey leaned back resting on his heels, arms draped at his sides, eyes to the ceiling. His heart raced and penis throbbed as he used deep inhalations to try and clear his mind. He chanted under his breath: “strengthen me, guide me, draw me close, strengthen me, guide me, and draw me close.” But even this mantra felt salacious. He could hear the words dewily whispered, wet and heavy is his ears like rhythmic strokes.
There wouldn’t be time to whack off, not if he wanted to pick up a coffee and the morning paper. Closing the Bible he wondered if it was cursed, his prayers only seemed to intensify this lust for Lolly. The decision was made though; he would pay her a visit on his way to work.
Peering through the shop window, Joey and his closely held coffee breathed frosty spots upon the glass as each unleashed steaming vapors against the cold. The place appeared vacant but he knew Lolly would be alone in the stockroom. By his calculations, he had at least an hour, enough time to spend with her and not be late for work. Lolly wouldn’t be able to hear him enter and he preferred to visit undetected so Joey opted for the back alley entry.
This was a new location for her; she was hard to come by and remained aloof. It had taken him several weeks to track her down. He didn’t mind, it was like a game and added to his excitement. Lolly role-played very well. Her absence would explain why he was so horny lately, even during his morning devotional.
Opening the door with a jimmy, Joey skulked towards the back room. She sat in a chair with her back to him as he entered, not flinching when he laid a hand on her shoulder and kissed the nape of her supple neck. He thought she smelled delicious, fresh and new. Nibbling on her ear he whispered, “Are ya surprised to see me, babe?” Lolly remained inanimately quiet. “Oh, the silent treatment. I gotcha.”
Wheeling her suddenly around in the chair Joey scooped Lolly up and threw her like a rag-doll over his shoulder.
“You gonna give me the cold shoulder, I’m gonna take your bitch ass outside and fuck your pussy in the alley where it is fucking colder than a witch’s titties. What’s that? Oh! That turns you on, does it?”
Joey stumbled through the back door and pinned Lolly up against the frigid brick wall. Fumbling with his jeans he looked warily, in both directions, before dropping them around his ankles. His cock bulged in the Victoria’s Secret panties he filched on his last pass through the mall. Taking Lolly’s hand he began rubbing his prick, thrusting his hips into her pelvis as she bounced against the wall. Although she wasn’t a very good kisser Joey brushed her lips biting at their tinted surface. In between passes he stuck his tongue in her ear and complimented her chosen attire. The school girl outfit was always his favorite.
“You look like a little naughty, nasty Catholic school girl.”
Lolly’s breasts poked seductively topside out of her white button down flirtatiously knotted at her navel. Joey ripped the shirt open and pinched her nipple; his dick throbbed with heated anticipation. Her tits sure felt real, he thought. He wanted to pleasure Lolly but the cold and fear of discovery advanced his seduction to a few kisses, copping a quick feel of her breast and then diving for her pussy. He wondered if she would actually be wet for him this time. She never was very excited for him, but that didn‘t matter because she never complained.
Joey nearly popped his load before penetration when he reached under her skirt and found no panties. “You little slut,” he said, lifting her up, slamming her down on the ground and ramming his dick inside her. With eyes shut there was no telling where the moans originated but with each backward glide and forward thrust, her perfectly firm and formed pussy enveloped him as she jiggled and wriggled beneath his fevered, pulsating penetrations.
Sweat from his exertion dropped and glistened in a little well between her breasts then rolled down to her navel. Joey’s ass rocked and pumped, nearing climax he lifted Lolly’s hips and ironically assumed this morning’s prayer pose as he finally popped his load deep within her.
“Fuck, Lolly. Fuck!” he stammered. A few latent cock thrusts spent themselves.
As Joey dressed, Lolly silently lay, staring vacantly on the cold ground with her mouth insidiously open in a perfect little ‘O.’ “Are ya gonna stay out here and smoke?” She didn’t answer so he just left her there.
The following morning Joey skipped his devotion and instead headed out for coffee and the paper. The morning headline was not a new one; he had seen it a few months before and smiled smugly as he read:
“Serial Porn Doll Rapist Strikes Again – Police are determined to find the perpetrator before he tackles more tangible prey.