Lilac Wine :: a warzone towards haiku

October 15, 2010


Filed under: Text — Tags: — Lilac @ 1:25 pm

Little cat-licks at the lace of a lady’s stocking. She raises my head; I don’t recall how, she might have done it with a passing thought. It has to come from here, she tells me, touching her heart. Gem-eyes fix on my face; they seem cultivated like diamonds, clear with a drop of lime-green; she is wild, intent, perfectly composed. I nod, kneeling at her layers of skirts. She repeats for the benefit of the rapt: From here.
She has it here – she told my lover afterwards, touching her heart – but she has trouble getting it to here – now touching her tongue.

I am a novice. Once I stood before a wide window, night sparkling with city lights. As you prepare I’m left alone in your foyer; the song you play is
you just don’t know what to do…

Worship my cock, my lover says.
It takes a village to raise a submissive.
With your hands. And your tongue. And your thoughts.


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