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Benediction

He was her all black and blue

He was her every backward move

 

Bitten lips, sugar swollen tongues

unable to breathe, only to succumb

 

Wild-rose rush, indecorous release

bewildered by being hostage beneath

 

Afterwards, he whispers her to him:

“You are so loved,

                   you are so loved.”

 

 

 

© Katypoetess 2015

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Voyeur

Moon beckons a beacon for the night demon’s path. Comfort strewn by creaks
of cooling corners in the bedroom.  Dutiful goodnight kisses obligate a renewed
commitment to freshly etched, stone set commandments of the marriage rite.

 

Left alone, he clicks familiar websites, browsing history carefully kept out of sight.
Easing tension transiently until eyes hit on a caress of a photo...

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Morning Shower

 

 

Your Katy, your Kitty courtesan. Running a disorderly house in this

goldfish bowl of hype. City hotel room, mountain topped veneered luxury.

Hearts beat dawn rhythm ridden hard and sodden in salted white sheets

while I whispered your name and the age you would die, in the dark.  

 

We refract against light that spears our skin through the curtains.

Silk and c...

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Equinox

“I love this bed” you sigh. Half clambering, half enticing.

Socks fly chaotically towards carefully folded suit trousers

on the stair banister outside our door. Seductively deluded

domestic comfort. We mock the coupling joggers sweating and panting.

Beating the towpath in desperate lust for a BMI of whatever. We know

a much better way to keep the pounds off by keeping poundi...

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A little bohemia in Warwick

 

 

“Remember these times.” Urging me earnestly

whilst you nuzzle my hair down there.  I dizzy and delight

at your glasses still on. A wicked glint behind

magnified - tantalizes. I draw breathe, thighs tense.

I protest “No, no, you can’t do that it’s the wrong time of….”

 

You can. You will. You do. Body squirming, eyes wide,

I clutch the duvet, horrified. Yo...

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Anthony and Katypatra

 

 

I arrive. Quickly turning bedroom from Rome into Alexandria.

Skin up, pop a cork to dilute our blood with Bollinger.

Determined to mix up a confidence to conquer,

goddess summoning up a strip tease of your morality.

 

“The triple pillar of the world transformed into a strumpet's fool.”*

 

Coiling concubine - arabesque around your thighs to

nourish exo...

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Soho

For two days and two nights we architect a megalomania

in defiance.  Disguised in stray abandon amongst oblivious streets.

Scavenging on Oxford Street you buy skinny black jeans and converse.

Just like mine. We shamelessly crawl sex shops for new toys

and sully Soho square’s benches with marijuana smoke. 

You recite poetry loudly, off the cuff of your duffle coat,

none o...

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Gentleman Caller

 

Never expect but always must anticipate
Children now asleep, I am freshly bathed
His fantasy diverting to an eager soliloquy
Gentleman caller
raps my door delicately

 

Dutifully agitated into dazed acquiescence
He thrusts me forward, a quickening zealous
One hand over mouth, other girdles my belly
Gentleman caller
then politely assaults me

 

I turn on kettl...

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