Oh, you better FUCKING believe that I'm here to rock!

No half-assed posting tonight.
No half-dressed posting tonight.
Absolutely no half-expressed, half-bred, half-wit, half-n-half
posting
TO
NIGHT.

Fuck THAT.
Fuck mediocrity.
Fuck blandness.
Fuck boredom.
Fuck vanilla.
Fuck you.
Fuck...
yeah...you know what's next, baby.
Fuck
ME.
Hard, if ya don't mind.
Leave teeth marks, leave bruises.
Taste my sweat, smile at my tears,
wince as the claw marks down your back turn red.

At this particular moment
I don't want to talk about my day, or my feelings, or the
god
damned
weather.
I want to look into your eyes and see only raw lust,
ragged, seething desire.
I want to make you tremble.
I want you to carry me away
figuratively,
literally,
methodically.
I want your arms to wrap around me--pin me to a bed, a wall, a floor.
I want your knees on either side of my head,
or mine on either side of yours.
I want to wake the neighbors,
and after they look at each other, blushing, and feeling awkward, I want them to listen to our wails and fuck each other like the porn stars we are,
our shadows rocking against their garden wall, the echoes of me drowning out their own meager groans and moans and whimpers.
I want to see you smile up at me as I ride you hard, chasing down my second or third orgasm of a very
long
night.
I want to bend down when I see that smile and kiss you deeply, biting your bottom lip as I pull back to finish my ride.
head back, hair lightly brushing your thighs, neck exposed.
You let me reach my peak, cuz you're that kinda gentleman,
and then you lunge--
splaying me out and impaling me again, without pause.
No, take me from behind...
and when I look back at you with my evil little grin...
kiss me.
oh...to feel you there, needing me the way I need you...?
heaven.
yeah...

So I think the Poetry Friday Group Masturbation Word has to be "rock" or some variation thereof: rocking, rocked, rocky.
Becase rock n roll soothes my soul, and rocking bodies lights me on fire.
The rules are...
use the word in a poem, a story, a song, a prayer, a painting, a photograph--
any ole way you want to express yourself.

Thanks for inviting me, Mona, and...
thanks for inspiring me.

Happy Thursday, you horny ole toads, you!

p.s. whoever just tried to hack into my blog: FUCK OFF.