I awake, thighs quivering with cold
and a nuzzle, a nuzzle between my legs
with my Dixie lapping up, licking
and I breathe, breathe heavily while she licks
and licks, and tickles the insides of me with her fingertips
her long and graceful fingertips
she teases, my Dixie does, and yet and yet...
my lips bleed with the aggressive attention delivered by my teeth
frantic not to give myself away, I lie, while Dixie licks
and parts me further apart
she cannot find her Charlie, or Chuck, or Dave
so she settles, settles for the meek mouse within her bed
she tames, tackles and invades my flesh
little by little she will take more and take, and TAKE
she teases, my Dixie does, and yet...and yet...
my Dixie languishes in the juices rent from between my thighs
and I, I cannot help but feel the need to cry
from pain, and insatiable heartache, that she feels the need to use
to use me thus and evilly and wickedly
my Dixie is wicked, she is the devil in disguise, or perhaps his love child
my Dixie in the dark laps and feasts upon my flesh
she smells of whiskey and of rye and other things not to be named
she wraps the sheets around my thighs to hide
to hide the shame she would commit
upon my flesh, my flesh, my saintly fucking flesh (the irony)
she...my Dixie does, teases, and yet....ooh and yet
she hums between my thighs, and makes me quiver
in odd delight in odd joy, that she, my Venus in the Dark
would seek to console herself with my flesh
my so unworthy flesh, she, I know, comes to me out of desperation
she found one Jack tonight, but not her Tom,or Dick, or Harry
so she plies, with relentless greed my insides
and me, my face it bleeds, and weeps,
my lips red from biting
eyes swollen from crying
Nyx...
Author notes
it was to be the other way around, but it seemed to fit Dixies cruelty, that she would use (me) thus.
Written August 31st, 2004
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This is the most heart wrenching of this series. Her wickedness and yet, her own form of sadness. She is evil, yet she is pathetic here as well. Cruel and depraved. Most times I think she doesn't realize what she does to you, but other times, like this, I think she is more than aware of what she is capable of doing to you and THAT is what she really feasts on. And I hate to say, she reminds me of myself here more than in any of the others with her drinking. You have no idea how often I will stay awake, waiting until all is dead and still and then I proceed to get sloshed...staying sober up to that point. It is a kamikazee mission to silence all of the noise in my head. And I think Dixie did that on this particular night, that is how I see it, what I imagine her doing. The "raping" you...that I would not do. Not a slutty lush, just a lush. Heh. Beautifully sad, pretty girl.
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"If you can't be with the one you love, love the one you're with" and Dixie does that so well. Perhaps one day she will wake up and realize, Tom and Harry are just Dicks. She is becoming a little more defined though it's hard to say when she is still so far away. Maybe that's the way she should be, just out of reach to get a grip on. For us, obviously not for you.
Desiree
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dixie loses her romanticism, but gains more power; i don't understand. the other female, the voice - there is no bodily description. it's unearthly, but it works..
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Oh, wow,
off to a cold shower...
this was great, i am speechless.
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