The Pain I Relish
At the front door
on my way to work
she kissed me…roughly
toothpaste and cigarettes
I taste and spit dryly
she slaps me…hard
across my bristled cheek
I step in close…reach behind
and take her hair in my fist
a tight ball of tresses
lean in for another
but move too slowly
she bites my lip…roughly
and I crush her mouth with mine
aching bruised lip tender
from yesterday’s goodbye
toothpaste, cigarette, and blood.
I love you, she says
followed by the foulest of language
and I think I snarled
didn’t intend to
but who can control the animal?
Her hand has snuck in
and I feel her nails
through my jeans
grasping me…hurting
the pain I relish.
Don’t be late, she demands
turns and walks away
and with a flip
of a shoulder strap
let’s her gown fall to the floor
before she rounds the corner
reminding me…
what is for dinner
Comments
AUTHORThank you Anna. I appreciate the compliment.
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Thank you Audrey. I'm glad that you liked this one.
Great writing. You really created a visual picture of the scene and the mood by your words.
Well that is the hottest write I have read here in a long while! Well done Wayne!
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Hi Kim. Good to see you my dear. I always appreciate your feedback. Thanks! ; )
Wayne,
Wow! I have been away for too long. Another gripping (sorry could not help it) and raw example of excellent poetry. You continue to just "spit" one right out after another. Voted Up. Shared.
Hope you and yours are well,
Kim
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Thank you, Nikki. And hey, turned on is a good thing!
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Thank you Rasma. I appreciate the compliment.
Awesome! Full of passion and rough loving. In the moment and seductive. Good one. I think i was even getting turned on.. whew.
Seduction masterfully and creatively done with your words.
Precisely. . .
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Thanks for stopping by, Deb.
Sounds like you surely will not be late, or you might just go without dinner, Bad Boy...
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Hot, hot, hot! : )
Good to see you Nellianna.
And they're calling our current North Texas temperatures 'Sizzling'! ;-)
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Thank you Romeo. With dinners like this, who needs to go t the gym?
The strumpet lol! If this is dinner, what's for desert?
Have a good Sunday,
R.Q.
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Thank you Kathryn. If you are anticipating it, it must be a darn good dinner!
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Thank you Sha. I think I'm out of sick days. : )
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Appreciate the compliment, Tony. Thank you my friend.
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Thank you, Sir Martin!
Wow, that is a very hot poem! It would be hard to concentrate on anything while anticipating "dinner".
~ Kathryn
What a way to start the day. I wonder how long it took an 8 hour work day to creep by? And how much work got done thinking about the delicious dinner waiting for you at home? I think I'd have to call in sick and have an early dinner!
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Michael, I appreciate the compliment. Thank you sir.
Nice Wayne, gritty and passionate all at once. You found clear words that work very well imparting the emotions. Excellent work, my friend.
You drew quite a picture with this... and I thank you
ahh... the heat of passion , such that flows in the blood , in the air , in the eyes.. seen only by the passionate .. words can not describe ..if only put down by the poet ..AWESOME..Wayne
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Thank you, Vincent. There are those aches that we do not rue. Some battle scars come, not in the heat of battle, but in the heat of passion.
Yes indeed the art of seduction and I admire every woman who has it, a man needs to feel the power of a woman, not only her beautiful scent. I love playing and remember those days when lust, looks, feelings, both emotional and physical played a big part in my life. I'm glad I had a taste of the sweetest nectar that a goddess has to offer. Being a little rough and role playing can sure spice up a man's/woman's day and yearning for more. So I'd say sir, you have one hell of a HOT meal waiting for you when you get home, Bravo well penned, scintillating, I could feel the HEAT between both your loins. LOL
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