walking with my mother
i see a man with his wife
she points
he glances towards her finger’s aim
mumbling response
while gazing at me
my spine quivers
his hand visits his crotch
before picking up the item
of his wife’s interest
my mom says
“are you hungry, dear?”
——
the roof of my mouth
split wide open
blossoming down my throat
his cock taking root in my body
i couldn’t gasp
or breathe anything but him
his milk pouring into me
the tilt of his hip eradicating my consciousness
shuddering
grunting
flailing
panting
a second of eternity
———–
in my mouth
he’s already on edge
in my ass
how close is he?
they’re both moaning
he pulls my arms back
while shoving into me
i hum
as he loses it
i put one hand on his heart
and place the other on his chest
connection complete
0 thoughts on “50 words”
lolitasir
Wow! That last one was beautiful. I love how the photo punctuated the prose.
dominicvine in reply to lolitasir
Thanks!
and this serves as a good reminder
: we need to get that book made!
i’ll be in town for one week before i head to hawaii
— it must be then!
(beautiful … brand? is that on your arm?)
lolitasir in reply to dominicvine
It’s a cutting on my arm. That photo is from the first time it was cut in 1998. I’ve had it cut twice again since then. It has left a very light scar. I’ll show it to you the next time I see you.
clarkelane
These offerings are very nice. I love the illustration.
dominicvine in reply to clarkelane
so the picture pales the text?
clarkelane in reply to dominicvine
That’s not exactly what I meant… I’m a visul guy and images always speak to me.
fotornalez_drif
whoa.
dominicvine in reply to fotornalez_drif
which part?
fotornalez_drif in reply to dominicvine
everything in the post.
i’m not able to truly free myself like that right now. that’s all.
that_dang_otter
Oooh, I think that last one counts as a thousand and fifty words.
What a photograph. Lucky bitch! 😉
dominicvine in reply to that_dang_otter
seeing that the last “story” was from a real event that happened last week
i thought i may as well illustrate it
… pity i didn’t have any good quality photographs …
i had to take a screen capture from the movie my camera made sitting on the dresser..
(wink)
dmt81 in reply to dominicvine
The poem & photo together are even more powerful. Most people wouldn’t think of “connection complete” by just looking at that photo.
dominicvine in reply to dmt81
i’m always trying to connect the root chakra to the crown
it’s usually only a moment
but in that moment
(there’s forever)
dennisatl in reply to dominicvine
was wondering how you came by this photo
and thought must be from video
I’d seen it from what you wrote
even more beautiful now that I see it entire
dennisatl in reply to dennisatl
and, apropos of this, a little
I caught Nay for a quick chat on skype today and in haste
he mistyped “coordimate” for “coordinate”, which I cracked back
was what you have to do to manage more than one partner at a time
So this is you being beautifully coordimated
Makes me wish I was a sculptor; I’d hire you to pose for me
I’m sure L would jump at the chance to stand very, very still for
long hours at a time.
dominicvine in reply to dennisatl
Re: and, apropos of this, a little
Jump?
Stand?
Hours?
no: he’s restless while awake
– the era (and ethnics) of constant productivity
the boy always has to have something in his mouth
… or be in someone’s…
… and it’s “wish i were”
as in
“i wish i were a lesbian and not a hetero!”
(as stated by Louden Wainwright)