Goddess; Terrorist

My blood is overboiled.

I’ve wanted to fuck you for months.

You.

You goddess.

You, woman of my haemoglobin.

The woman who lives in my frozen gazes

I am so taken.

Absorbed by you.

When you walk by like a dancing Medusa.

Keeping me captive in my own body.

I am turned to stony silence.

I have wanted to kiss you.

And taste your tongue on my breath.

And I can’t move.

My cock is rigid like a judges gavel.

Oh goddess.

Release me.

I see you in every upturned smile.

I feel you as warm winds graze through my shirt.

And caresses my body like a lover’s exhale.

Leave me alone oh goddess.

You with your spells.

Your potions.

Your lotions between a woman’s loins.

How you seep weep wild make my untamed eyes wander all over a girl’s body.

I am hungry for you dearest goddess.

Feed me!

You scream.

I say, I’m trying oh beautiful gorgeous loving lusty drumming dramatic Dulcinea.

But how can I trust you?

You don’t even tell me your name.


And when I speak of you… your children disown me.

Call me names.

Wound me.

Knife me.

Scar me.

Scold and slap me.

As if I’d promised to hurt them to disrobe and disbar and shame them

And what am I doing?

Do they know what I’m doing?

How I feel?

It is I who is humbled

Hushed

Stupid

Dumbed at their feet.

And buried in their breasts

And finally breaking down.

Almost wailing.

Inhaling.

Exhaling.

Clinging so hard.

Like a teary babe.

I am nothing without your affection

that

you carelessly toss my way.

Scraps, morsels, from the heavens.

And in my scrambling desperate days and nights… I hang on every strangers desires.

Hoping to worship at your temple

My darling Goddess.

The creator of a luscious love so haunting possessive inescapable inevitable

That I will return to you.

In showers

In spurts

In sprints

In solitude

In rooms

In beds

In bathrooms

Behind curtains

Under stairs

Over thresholds

After midnight

Before sunrise

And when you greet me.

I shiver

I shudder

And I am reminded that I am nothing without your embrace.

Take a look at my aching heart O goddess

My wet small face.

And tell me you love me too

With you and without you

I am your poor servant.

And serve you

As surely

As a desperate lover seeks your pleasure.

And you leave me gasping for breath.

From my first yelling scream

To my last exhale.

My final death.


All as time crawls

Like a snail in the sun.

Drying

Ever

Drying.

Leaving you my dusty remains.

A stain on sheets.

A whiff in the breeze.

Because of you O goddess I am here.

And because of you.

All this lusty life is explosion eruption and then all gone.