Dixie dances in a whirlwind haze
of a magnitude that i cannot fathom
she will pounce and step out of the patterns
when she is willing, and, since she is always able
does so frequently and with maddening haste
she teaches men the way to up and down
and then to cry like savages
she tries to enlist them, servants to an army
fit only for the depraved and sexually inclined
my Dixie, she dines, on the hearts of men, and
when she feels the need for a fruitful desert
on mine as well
Dixie has a plethora of accomplishments
and they reach higher, and higher still
evaporating at the top, the summit of that mountain
a mountain of madness
where she dominates
CONQUERS!
she is a conquistador in leather boots
with garters that scream, Come Fuck Me
Enjoy the Ride, my Dixie likes, no, loves to ride
she is, a champion with trophies, all invisible
they are lined, with happy thought along the wall
but, in the darkness only can you see them, rather hear them
they moan, at Dixie's ability to flush them out
she is, an amazon that slaughters men
we will sit, my Dixie and i, and while she braids my hair
fingers running loosely, and then tightly through my tresses
she will tell me, with apt detail of the night before
and the one before last, where she straddled her mountain climbers
and drove them to the brink of insanity
how she would thrust her hips harder against theirs
in an attempt to draw them further out, to take more of them
and i would listen, and catch murmurs of my Dixie's cries
her hearty, throaty moans, that would distract me from her diatribe
so much so, that she would pinch me viciously,
and press me for the information hidden in my mind
my Dixie dances like a whirlwind, and she climbs mountains
and claims them as her own, sitting proudly atop them
a flag that billows in capricious wind
she is mad, or even maddening, i cannot discern which
but Dixie is my Dixie, be she mountain climber
or dancer
Nyx...
Author notes
was listening to Kid Loco's Relaxin' with Cherry and assorted other downtempo things...
the background, like usual by Judas Denied
Written September 6th, 2004
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this does not stand out as much as those i first read about dixie.. she is calming, living off her reputation now. i still love the way you write her, though!
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any comment is good for a critique, it can even be a simple, This was amazing, or This was horrible. You dont have to rip a piece apart to critique. Any comment on how the poem made you feel is critique enough!
thats usually what mine are 
or, if they make me think of something.
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I don't know what downtempo has to do with this. Although this one is a bit more subtle than some of yours. Yet, as ever, it is underscored with your longing for Dixie. Even her vicious pinches...her touch is better than gold to you, isn't it?
I also notice the now familiar twinges of what to me are jealousy and a quiet envy, of both Dixie's play-meats for their place between her thighs as well as that tickle of wanting just an ounce of the power and charisma she seems to wield so easily. You have said she is the lioness and you are but a mouse. You feel small beside her, yet you wallow happily in the shadow she casts as long as you may stand in its velvet darkness.
vicious pinch
Edited on Sep 07, 6:12 p.m. because 'I don't want to be here.'. -
sorry nyx... now i feel bad!...
.... i loved this though. I've never read anything like this before. it was powerfully sweet i guess you could say.. like seeing good in evil or something. i could see the tears too.. i dont really know how to critique.. i suck at it!
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I love this! So powerful, depicting an incredibly strong woman. Wouldn't mind having one or two women like that to back me up in a fight. lol. That's someone you know will defend what is there's and has pride and courage. Great writing.
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