SIMPERING FOOL

From my view through the sheer curtains, I could see her. I could see into my obsession’s bedroom and watch her with her newest pet. Pitiful am I, but nothing and no other scoundrel was going to keep me from her.

And so I stood out here in the freezing rain watching as the bouquet of candles burned giving her room a soft glow while permeating the scent of jasmine.

She sat at the edge of her bed, my naked goddess. Her pet was groveling at her feet. He awaited her command to kiss, to feel, to touch her in any manner that she allowed.

She smiled giving consent. That lanky fucker who sat on bent knees leaped up brushing his nipples against her naked toes making her shiver. He was too young this schmuck with his pale blonde hair grinning, crawling up her long legs giving feather-light kisses climbing his way higher between her thighs.

VAMPYRE

He was a magnificent creature with a pallid complexion stretched over his sleek, muscled torso that boasted broad shoulders. His biceps were exceptionally massive and his hands three times the size of hers. Just the power and the intimidating sight of him gave her a cold thrill. A humorless chuckle slipped from him as he approached.

She was such a short and plump little morsel with a beautiful and elegantly long throat. Never before had this greedy fiend bothered with the others about their throats. Oh but now, now his disturbing thoughts drew him to her. A moth to the flame. He had taken notice of her succulent, pulsing offer.

She opened her front door, scantily clad in only a black silk robe, and stepped out. She never invited him into her home.

‘Lover,’ she growled while raising up on tip-toes kissing his bulging jaw. She toyed with his layered muscles through ill, tight-fitted jersey. He pushed and shoved her robe off her shoulders holding it center at her back, dragging just above her exposed breasts. Her small, dark nipples stiffened. He groped her lush bum, pressing her naked body against his. ‘No one but you,’ he promises.

‘Liar,’ she wept while exposing her throat to his stained fangs.

KISSING HER

He cupped the nape of her slender neck, held her still while he bore his mouth down on hers for a kiss that always seared down to his toes.

Before he could pull himself away, she forced herself up onto her toes, her breasts pressing against his chest, his arms wound around her waist, his fingers slid down nearly contacting her ass.

He pulled away, leading her to the back door. ‘Leave at once! You cannot remain here in my home!’

‘If it pleases you, my husband.’ She passed him, a breath away from his lips on her way out. Her cascade of raven hair swayed seductively with each step.

MONEY JAR

DVERSE – POETS PUB CHALLENGE: QUADRILLE # 14

Outside her window
sits a jar.
Sheer curtains
sway a silhouette;
laughter becomes
invisible.
She loosens her blouse;
a wink, a lick of those lips,
head tilts towards
to utter jarring words,
‘want to see more?’
‘Yes,’ I growl.
‘Give me all your money.’

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FEASTS OF GRIEF

Wretched, a remnant of before
you left me
What do I care for your name?
Why shout it?
Should I bother with tears?
Or as many as you said my name
to equal the number
Why should I give
a damn now about yours?
You were dying
when you were lying
Now you are dead.

I am here living,
or at the very least standing –
breathing low before
your marred headstone,
watching nature at her best;
her nocturnal creatures draw close
towards your grave.

In my mind they feast
but sour memories and grief
make them unmentionable fiends –
that wanted to make a macabre feast
of your bloated body,
and I let them – brittle bones now
rattle in the dust,
still all I can see is anger.
I hate you right now.
You are dead
where all the dead are at long last
at peace.
Laughing to myself
beneath my tears,
my eyes fill with images
of your drunk days
and slurred nights,
‘Did you ever love me?’
I wondered ceaselessly.
Does it matter now?

Poets say, ‘the dead have no cares
for anything, ‘they are, after all, dead.

Unresolved issues?
As many as throwaway tissues
and I am spent.
Damned right there are issues!
There will always be a legacy
bequeathed me;
uncertainty here for me in the living,
a breathing reminder
that you once lived in this world,
and while you lived I died, faded,
a mere shadow, bent, broken –
a servant in waiting
awaiting your orders,
waiting for love or a sign
not found inside glass,
poured from a heart
instead.
I brought you
what you craved
I thought I brought you happiness
and filled the hole as black as my life today.
All I brought was your next drink.