Amazon B-Girls (11/23/98)

[for all you "Good Girls"]
I adore trashy girls
with big hair and tattoos
who shave their box
and take it in the ass,
who dance in strip joints
or spread 'em for a C-note.
They fight the Good Fight
against hopeless odds
and die Unknown
by the side of the Interstate,
or in dark, pre-furnished rooms.
Good Girls look down on them.
But, B-Girls are Warriors, too,
and their Work is still Sacred.
Temple Prostitute and
Dancing Priestess
are their Ancient Mothers.
So, slip a 'fin' in her G-string,
or buy a 'cuppa Joe'
for the hooker up on the Strip.
She is your Sister.

Wet Dream: A SexDeathMajick Poem (12/28/01)

[for Renee]

~If you are a squeamish type, skip this one~

I will be your Demon Lover
who comes to you in Dreams,
a looming Shadow that consumes,
my long sharp fangs dripping
with the Venom that turns
all pain into pleasure.
My long snake-like tongue
slithers roughly across your
sleeping body, naked and helpless,
its sharp purple tip
penetrating deeply into
your beautiful mouth,
twinning tongue around tongue,
penetrating deeply into
your moistening pussy,
tantalizing hidden clitoral flesh,
penetrating deeply into
your tight pink ass,
probing up into your secret darkness.
As you begin opening up to me,
I sink my fangs brutally
into your tender flesh,
tearing your soft pale skin,
shredding your lean taut muscles,
spraying your warm thick blood
across fine white linen.
You scream and thrash
as I rend the flesh from your bones,
but the dripping Venom
Transforms
your horrifying pain
into overwhelming pleasure,
and, as you die,
your Spirit bursts forth
in one vast climax...

You awake with a startled cry,
your naked body drenched with sweat.
You shudder with the memory
of your dying orgasm,
With a sigh,
your head falls back
upon your damp pillow.
Quietly, in the dark,
you pray softly for
Dreams to come again.

...sad things is, I cannot remember Renee...