"You've battened on me for a bitter-long day;
But I'm driving you forth, and forever and aye,
Hunger and Thirst and Cold."
~Robert William Service; 1914.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Letter to a Whore
Dearest fat whore,
Through blurry eyes and alcohol seeped heart,I see you loving that pole.I see your breasts gliding against the steel,the glitter clumping on your aged sagging skin.The world belongs to you while you gently skimble through the land of the downtrodden.
You danced for me,once.Your roomy hips swaying to my heavy breathing.The intensity of your feverish swaying scared me.It took every ounce of my will to stop myself from holding you in my arms.And finally when you came close to me and whispered nasty things into my ear,I felt an excitement rise from beneath.You made me,a fat bald man,feel sexy.Oh the things you wanted to do to me!I was to be your slave,succumb to everyone of your wishes and be punished for all the bad things I've done.I was mud and dust to you.A putrid leper.
When you took me in,my world closed and it became you.You held me in the warmth of your diseased vagina until the wee hours of the night.You caressed me when you felt me trembling.I felt rage,woman,rage when I realised others have been where I had just been.Blinding fury made me want to hit you hard,scream in your face but all I could do steal my fingers lightly over your back as you slipped into a peaceful slumber.I'll never forget it when you laughed at my discomfort and my incapacity to make you go into the throes of passion.I shall forever despise the one who made you so indifferent to human touch.
And here I am,just another strike through your list.Another meaningless broken toy in your playroom.I have been stamped oner and trampled upon.I lie crumpled in a corner,my heart in distortion of agonising pain,praying for you to love me like you did that night.For,I am stuck in a time warp,where my heart keeps returning to the moment when all there was was You.Your filthy lowlessness,your indifference,I covet you,my love.
I love you.
Your leper.
Through blurry eyes and alcohol seeped heart,I see you loving that pole.I see your breasts gliding against the steel,the glitter clumping on your aged sagging skin.The world belongs to you while you gently skimble through the land of the downtrodden.
You danced for me,once.Your roomy hips swaying to my heavy breathing.The intensity of your feverish swaying scared me.It took every ounce of my will to stop myself from holding you in my arms.And finally when you came close to me and whispered nasty things into my ear,I felt an excitement rise from beneath.You made me,a fat bald man,feel sexy.Oh the things you wanted to do to me!I was to be your slave,succumb to everyone of your wishes and be punished for all the bad things I've done.I was mud and dust to you.A putrid leper.
When you took me in,my world closed and it became you.You held me in the warmth of your diseased vagina until the wee hours of the night.You caressed me when you felt me trembling.I felt rage,woman,rage when I realised others have been where I had just been.Blinding fury made me want to hit you hard,scream in your face but all I could do steal my fingers lightly over your back as you slipped into a peaceful slumber.I'll never forget it when you laughed at my discomfort and my incapacity to make you go into the throes of passion.I shall forever despise the one who made you so indifferent to human touch.
And here I am,just another strike through your list.Another meaningless broken toy in your playroom.I have been stamped oner and trampled upon.I lie crumpled in a corner,my heart in distortion of agonising pain,praying for you to love me like you did that night.For,I am stuck in a time warp,where my heart keeps returning to the moment when all there was was You.Your filthy lowlessness,your indifference,I covet you,my love.
I love you.
Your leper.
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