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Subject: You want sexy? Your wish is my command.


Author:
S.B.
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Date Posted: 22:15:35 07/19/05 Tue

A Closed Book Of Lips
By Jack Pot Octopus


As if unpacked from a crate for display
in an empty theater that silently ticks
a strobe that hangs in a mistress of air
itself the gem of its own moment.
In an island of decaying gravity
that abounds beneath a landscape
of beauty that is not to be rented
but beheld within ones own furnace.
Having massed all my threat inside a cigarette
that - balanced between the knee of a jackknifed finger
with an iron arm straining in delicacy
to a hand stretched and fixed with polished nails.
A symbol to overcoming.
In a paradise of caramel perfume
for the moths that envy birds of infamy
and the sadness of it all.
Impossible to betray
by tongues that cannon to be within
that peach where it all explodes.
The kneading of a soul.
Eye in the wrench of heavens thirst
with lashes matte.
A wickedness of innocence
on a curve of loves adventure.
with a seed that shys inside
as my knuckles caress across your breast,
naked, but for a belt of light
at the bottom of an exhale
within a closed book of lips.

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The Dark Rape Of Passion
By Jack Pot Octopus


She let herself in
in the black of, black of, night
she did not say a word,
.... that I did not tell her to say

in a reality that was not, that of the other

she came to my bed
while I was sleeping
and stood above me
and I touched her,
as she stood there,
forever

and I laid her down, on her stomach
with the words I spoke threw her mouth
and she refused to deny me,
and I touched her, forever

in a black, of blackness

and we were swimming
in the drunkenness of passion
and she said not one word,
except for, that which I told her to speak

and she said, she can not resist me.

I removed her clothes
and she became, as the breath of the wind
and so I touched her, as she didn't move
in what seemed like forever

and I said to myself in her voice
"I want you to fuck me"
but I did not,
for I hadn't finished touching her

still I asked myself again, and again
in her voice, until it was time
to feel her inside
with the whole of my cock

so as I stood in front of her
and she took me in her mouth
nakedly in the drunkenness of passion
on her knees below me


and I was there for a long time
and I told her, I may strike her
but that I could never hurt her
as pain, be neutralized, in it's own pleasure

and I said to myself in her voice
"to resist you, would be as to,
betray you. and I can not deny you"
and she did not.

and she asked me to own her
in the dark rape of passion
but I did not, until she did not expect it
and she abandoned herself to the wind

I laid her down again
and she asked again, and again,
and again, she asked me to fuck her
and it was time

and we made love in the passion of blackness
in as many ways, as time allowed

and she begged me,
to fuck her in the ass
until I finally did
at when she admitted
that she con not deny me.

and she couldn't believe,
how much pleasure it brought her
and she came, as the breath of the wind
and any pain, but that of pleasure

with a feeling that did not pass
as the throbbing subsided
still the feeling did not pass
and I owned her in my arms
in a rape of passion

and I said in her words
that I must go,
before the light of day discovered us
and brought with it,
what is always does

and she dressed,
as the feeling did not pass
and left in the silence
from witch she came
without having spoken a word
that I did not tell her to say
because she could not deny me


and we saw each other
in light of day
and acted, as if we still
had wished that to happen
as if it had not

because it was not us
as a dream we both had
and we remained friends
and have since seen each other
in the swimming dark rape of passion
many times

but never, said a word of it,
in the entrapment of day
because she could not deny me
in the passion, and rape of darkness,
which she so urgently needed
to surrender to

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