Dec 2019
TWAK!
Twak!
A knife embeds itself
in the space just
by her left ear
as if the wood
gulped it...******
in
its glint
vibrating still.
In her head
she plans
dinner.
She stares
at her husband
remembers how
he had come
to court her
...twak!
Another knife
flashes spitefully
narrowly missing
her other ear
a little
bubble of blood
like a stud
earring blossoming
on a wobbly
earlobe.
'Ouch! '
she whispers
to herself
guilty
at such an over
reaction.
Oh how he had
excited her
her head
in a spin
saying he
was in
show business.
Her world
revolves
about him
the next knife
impregnates itself
in the space
between her
legs
like a tuning fork
it hums
her excitement
builds
a tiny splinter of
wood
nestles in her
left inner thigh.
'Wow...nice! '
she becomes moist.
The shimmy of her
spangles
as the lights catch
her
a little
gasp as
she faces him
boldly
afraid &
un-afraid
upside down now
her world all topsy-turvy
she still so
proud of her
husband's skill
to tantalise her
his unerring
accuracy
the pride of being
(she the knife thrower's assistant)
as well
as wife.
A loud sea
of applause.
Twak!
Twak!
A knife embeds itself
in the space just
by her left ear
as if the wood
gulped it...******
in
its glint
vibrating still.
In her head
she plans
dinner.
She stares
at her husband
remembers how
he had come
to court her
...twak!
Another knife
flashes spitefully
narrowly missing
her other ear
a little
bubble of blood
like a stud
earring blossoming
on a wobbly
earlobe.
'Ouch! '
she whispers
to herself
guilty
at such an over
reaction.
Oh how he had
excited her
her head
in a spin
saying he
was in
show business.
Her world
revolves
about him
the next knife
impregnates itself
in the space
between her
legs
like a tuning fork
it hums
her excitement
builds
a tiny splinter of
wood
nestles in her
left inner thigh.
'Wow...nice! '
she becomes moist.
The shimmy of her
spangles
as the lights catch
her
a little
gasp as
she faces him
boldly
afraid &
un-afraid
upside down now
her world all topsy-turvy
she still so
proud of her
husband's skill
to tantalise her
his unerring
accuracy
the pride of being
(she the knife thrower's assistant)
as well
as wife.
A loud sea
of applause.
Twak!
She had run away to show business. He was exotic...the blindfolded knife thrower who swept her off her feet. Oh the roar of the grease paint the smell of the crowd. Now the circus was just the humdrum ordinary world and she was finding it hard...to get...into...her costume. She still found the act itself exciting especially those near misses. It was the only thing they ever had a row about. The whistle through the air and then the shocking suddenness of the arrival of the knife with its capitalised sharp exclamation point. . .TWAK!
And when she was up she was up and when she was down she was...TWAK! It was always the knife between the legs that drew the biggest baited breath from both the audience and her self. She had to admit it still turned her on but there was dinner to think about and other mundane things like the baby's whooping cough. Oh the exotic...the ****** and the ordinariness as hubby went about his work.
And when she was up she was up and when she was down she was...TWAK! It was always the knife between the legs that drew the biggest baited breath from both the audience and her self. She had to admit it still turned her on but there was dinner to think about and other mundane things like the baby's whooping cough. Oh the exotic...the ****** and the ordinariness as hubby went about his work.
