Pete Crompton
Dam Rak
The Dam Rak
The crawling pace and go slow
Curiosity
males immersed
In a Damrak world
Neon throws reflection inverted
On plate glass black perverted
Such fabulous fonts of pink
The bleeding ink of amyl streets
And the mighty male cruises
Vendors to testosterone the toe tips
As genital pages browse and skip
With the nervous scratch and twitch
Of sex shop light fingertip
Cabin booth and telephone
Amyl draughts are in the zone
Of swing both way copy clones
Sex show, Sleaze, appeasing
every window its own stars right
Every purple hue and blood red light
All the seas of sculptured skin
Perfect
And dialect bare bone infects
His fear
Melting cherry red on lips
Entice
Splice him down his tempting side
A toppled angel no longer resides
On shoulder reigns the devils work
The dew drop sweat inside his shirt
The obligatory pulse race
Engage in flirt
The deal is done
And breaking away the pack males shunned
Defences sliding down
with kitchen sink
SHE! ;such shocking things
open eyes when reality sings
A shocking song of etiquette
For filth and foul duth she protect
With the cleansing hand of the imperfect.
And the jigger motion rides unstable
Crawling shoes knocked under table
The clumsy motion enables
A fallacy to thrive
She covered her pubic hair
And finger blades pinched scissor like
A spiders leg
Such uneasy moves so sure to dredge
Anticipation the tame dog begs
What next?
Under generous lamp the moth did hide
The jittery movements appear to glide
From afar
But the window held deceiving
The invited run retrieving
Dignity in a belt buckle
Sanctuary in a shuffle of familiar hand
Imagination reign superior
He never returned to her interior land again
The crawling pace and go slow
Curiosity
males immersed
In a Damrak world
Neon throws reflection inverted
On plate glass black perverted
Such fabulous fonts of pink
The bleeding ink of amyl streets
And the mighty male cruises
Vendors to testosterone the toe tips
As genital pages browse and skip
With the nervous scratch and twitch
Of sex shop light fingertip
Cabin booth and telephone
Amyl draughts are in the zone
Of swing both way copy clones
Sex show, Sleaze, appeasing
every window its own stars right
Every purple hue and blood red light
All the seas of sculptured skin
Perfect
And dialect bare bone infects
His fear
Melting cherry red on lips
Entice
Splice him down his tempting side
A toppled angel no longer resides
On shoulder reigns the devils work
The dew drop sweat inside his shirt
The obligatory pulse race
Engage in flirt
The deal is done
And breaking away the pack males shunned
Defences sliding down
with kitchen sink
SHE! ;such shocking things
open eyes when reality sings
A shocking song of etiquette
For filth and foul duth she protect
With the cleansing hand of the imperfect.
And the jigger motion rides unstable
Crawling shoes knocked under table
The clumsy motion enables
A fallacy to thrive
She covered her pubic hair
And finger blades pinched scissor like
A spiders leg
Such uneasy moves so sure to dredge
Anticipation the tame dog begs
What next?
Under generous lamp the moth did hide
The jittery movements appear to glide
From afar
But the window held deceiving
The invited run retrieving
Dignity in a belt buckle
Sanctuary in a shuffle of familiar hand
Imagination reign superior
He never returned to her interior land again
Wed, 22 Aug 2007 04:55 pm
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<Deleted User> (7790)
Intense, scary, overpowering, claustrophobic, mesmerising -- the shoes crawling away, the details that nail the emotional ambiguity, all fantastic and troubling, Pete. Any chance of you posting this as an audio sample? Can't find the appropriate avatar -- which one looks terrified and overwhelmed?
Wed, 22 Aug 2007 07:52 pm
Pete Crompton
hot damn mox
i noticed some minor errors!
(couple of words repeated, and I meant STOCKING not shocking lick my stocking)
yes ok ill read tonight and mp3 it
you get ma mail girl?
i noticed some minor errors!
(couple of words repeated, and I meant STOCKING not shocking lick my stocking)
yes ok ill read tonight and mp3 it
you get ma mail girl?
Wed, 22 Aug 2007 11:44 pm
Pete Crompton
Paul
Bugger Bordeaux? What will the queen of France, Julien say?
Oh my, well you know it is the Dam Rak that is the sleaze here. France has its share but in Bordeaux mon ami? non, c'est vrai? ah non, vous etes un petit vilian Paul.
Bugger Bordeaux? What will the queen of France, Julien say?
Oh my, well you know it is the Dam Rak that is the sleaze here. France has its share but in Bordeaux mon ami? non, c'est vrai? ah non, vous etes un petit vilian Paul.
Fri, 24 Aug 2007 12:23 am