“…something is there
within in the deep
but whose childe it is
we do not yet know…”
“I’ve never done this before”.. I whispered more to myself than to her..
and so narcissus steps into the bottomless pool once again sighing
“I’m glad i’m your first” She murmured..
ignorance is not bliss you are neither the first nor last to taste transgressive fruit
Distracted by the sound of my dress hitting the floor..
such disrobing unveils not glory but mere carnality
She watched me…No.. Gazed at me..
the nefesh soul loves to wrestle in the mud
Eyes glazed over in lust.
but we have opposable thumbs not fins
Pure unadulterated desire..
regression is an endless temptation
Taking everything in as if in a trance..
losing myself in a can some pr man called earthquake
As if I’m the sexiest vixen alive..
but you are not because opposites restore equality
She sat quietly as I took off every stitch of clothing.
and now we submerged ourselves in pathetic pornography
Letting them fall one by one..
where is that can of an earthquake we prefer to this
Exposing myself to her hungry stare..
we used not to call this satan now we call it boring
Until I stood in front of her with just my heels..
oh so now our hooves are our horns our primitive urges
As she strolled towards me..
it is impossible to danse with two left feet
Prowled more like
the ruach soul is not a panther
Focused, sexy and confident..
rather just hungry so lacking compassion
Like a panther stalking it’s prey..
exactly lilith seeking whomever she may devour
Ready for the take down..
satan’s mistress will ultimately be taken down
A slight shiver of anticipation runs though my body..
my neshamah if it was lacking compassion would be boring me
As she stops in front of me she ran her hands over me..
too bad for you prefer intoxity to reality
Leaving goose bumps trailing behind her caress..
oh my goddess…you are lost in the deep throat of pornography
Starting at the nape of my neck..
working her way down into something not poetry
Down my arms..
into an unfertile crotch
Touching the side of my breast..
where a child is supposed to suckle
Barely grazing my nipples..
men have nipples too
“So beautiful” She said sounding amazed.
there is no tempting darkness greater than unfamiliarity
“Am I really all she says i am”
yep you can be a slug in the mud if you must
my mind starts to wonder…
excuse me you are as mindless as a snail says the raven
She moves her hands down my waist..
was it not the bard that said such a waist is a waste of shame
Grabbing my butt and squeezing roughly..
sadistically masochistically regressively
Moaning deep in her throat before her soft perfect lips
one slips not into vertuoisty but mendacity
crashed down on mine…
crashing is not uplifting nor exulting
All thought dissipated…
yes you found the bottom of brutality
All that mattered was this feeling.
and your chayyah evaporating into stupidity
celebrating such narcissism
humanity abandons dry land and extinction returns
chrétien marc valentin
(© 2 août 2014)