ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
Bright lights
danced
in tune
with the saxophone.
On and off.
Off and on.
Stripping
to the hymn
of the malicious
crowd,
her sensuality
flirted
with the smell
of cigar,
alcohol,
and cash.
She was
the modern-day
Cleopatra
and she bathed
not in milk and honey
but in stares and heckles.
The prey
of lustful predators,
between her thighs
was the stage
of countless
erotic bed scenes.
All paid.
All scripted.
All false.
A queen
whose castle
was the brothel.
A goddess
whose kingdom
was the red light district.
Day in
and day out,
she was a star
who earned
a living
through her exhausted
pearl.
The lips
that weakened
the policeman's knees.
The hips
that drained
the politician's pockets.
The legs
that toppled
the engineer's tower.
The breasts
that fed
the husband's child.
The hands
that romanced
the blind man's senses.
She was Cleopatra.
My unseen Cleopatra.
My beloved wife.
danced
in tune
with the saxophone.
On and off.
Off and on.
Stripping
to the hymn
of the malicious
crowd,
her sensuality
flirted
with the smell
of cigar,
alcohol,
and cash.
She was
the modern-day
Cleopatra
and she bathed
not in milk and honey
but in stares and heckles.
The prey
of lustful predators,
between her thighs
was the stage
of countless
erotic bed scenes.
All paid.
All scripted.
All false.
A queen
whose castle
was the brothel.
A goddess
whose kingdom
was the red light district.
Day in
and day out,
she was a star
who earned
a living
through her exhausted
pearl.
The lips
that weakened
the policeman's knees.
The hips
that drained
the politician's pockets.
The legs
that toppled
the engineer's tower.
The breasts
that fed
the husband's child.
The hands
that romanced
the blind man's senses.
She was Cleopatra.
My unseen Cleopatra.
My beloved wife.
Literature
Our Issues
Your heart grew up in a black wooden box
and thought it fabulous,
its world of
right angles,
wood grain,
and eternal night.
It hated me when I bored the hole
that let the sun singe its eyes, cook its skin,
when rain collected the dirt on its skin
in a puddle beneath its feet and said:
"look how dirty you are, foul thing."
It hated and
hated and
still hates,
always crawling
under any
box it finds.
I kicked it
out of its hiding place.
It ran out howling, hating and being
ha
Literature
Unsave Me
U n s a v e m e
Steal away the softness from my eyes.
I want your fingerprints on my thighs,
The rainbows you leave there
When I taste your blood on my lips.
Cruel savior-
Make me beg.
Starve me-
Feed me the emptiness I crave,
Please- kiss me with your teeth.
Fill my head with your throat-sounds,
Primal
To chase away the void.
I cannot stand your gentle hands.
Unstained,
They stroke so tenderly,
And though I ache for you
To score with pointed fingertips
The smooth skin of my hips,
You do not.
Bruise away my bitter deeds
Like I long of you.
Tarnish me
Sweet prince,
Rid me of damned innocence,
Flay me with my longing
Literature
Smoke and Mirrors.
Possibilities and eyelids
sketching shapes
of love or something similar
Effortless and seamless
shapes
of something similar
while pseudo lighting glistens
on the rain outside.
trapped in cages of
lust dust
and and
hope smoke
and and
wearing bruises and screaming
"I hope I die on this, this day
of love,
release me,
Suggested Collections
something i wrote last sunday
Comments27
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
Wow, I was actually looking for smut when I found this. I like it. ^^'
It's interesting - being with a prostitute would be... emotionally draining, at the least.
It's interesting - being with a prostitute would be... emotionally draining, at the least.