nothing. But I had a jolly nice time. It was a poetry workshop where we had to do our research en masse in our local sex shop (which specialised in fetishes) and then go away and write poetry in a very gorgeous French café, which sold beautifully elegant pastries. The first exercise was to write one word on a piece of paper which would be a situation which could IN NO WAY be thought of as sexy. Then the pieces of paper were gathered up, shaken up and distributed randomly. We then had to write the sexiest poem we could for that situation. Ladies and gentlemen, the title is at the end, because I urge you to read this twice so that my reputation remains intact, heheh. Enjoy?
I want him to strap me down
stop me biting, s-c-r-e-a-m-i-n-g
begging him to
stop the pain inflicted
to stop the pain endured
in my recent pitiful existence,
my eyes shouting for mercy
from this inevitable demise.
.
I see him get close, masked,
hot breath mocking my blind
panic as he reminds me to
breathe, to breathe, to breathe
and relax as he
invades me
takes control
forces in,
.
his fist clenched
as I clench my fists,
his dominatrix
sidekick pressing her flesh
on my flesh with
well versed clucks that
control my urge
to run, to run, to leave
.
as ice cold steel pushes,
grinds bone, deafening
noise as my throat gags,
my mouth fills with
latex forcing my tongue
to taste this torture,
this foul amalgamation
of certified abuse,
.
which I searched out,
in desperation, now spent
with the debt incurred
unpaid, for now.
.
He leaves a piece of silver
hidden deep inside me,
which I will let him find again
soon, willingly.
.
This piece is entitled ‘Visit to the Dentist’.
Brilliantly written being so thoroughly horrifying. The title at the end is very clever but doesn’t fully eradicate the feeling of fear that the poem so strongly evokes. Very very clever, but still very unsettling.
Very menacing. Incredible intensity of psychological and sexual tensions. I am not sure whether I am pleasantly thrilled or disturbed!
Nicely done. Reminds me of a poem I wrote after getting caught on the loo during a violent earthquake. The resulting poem gave everyone the impression of raunchy cowgirling until the final stanza and the reveal. In this poem you saved the best til last.
hahaha! I knew it at the word “latex”! The dominatrix had me fooled. Well done!