all my life i held a dream
of a woman i would love

of course

she would be alluring
supple
a charming countenance
erudite, with an angelic face

her body
a muscular stretching willow
arching her legs over head
kissing her own
curving soft feet
a graceful contortionist
in confetti colored sparkle pantyhose
stretching towards me
silken hair draping a perfect symmetry
with spun sugar kisses
wafting the scent of vanilla
and candied vaporous breath
lips like cherry lozenges

but

one never knows ones destiny

i met her
my girl destiny
and except for a faint look of languor and ruin
with a tinge of withering
she was without doubt unbearably titillating
with razor-thin blackened lips
mascara slits for eyes
hair pulled straight back
jet black
jelled like hardened licorice
with satanic blood rivulets
and pitch fork tattooed ****

a vice of lechery
a malefaction of moral turpitude
her *** scarred from orgiastic beatings
her **** became
like a large wrinkly mouth
resembling the face of a bullfrog
from pleasuring  herself with
tableware cutlery

her soul
a broken creel
suffering bouts of anxiety
like a weeping moon
having  been institutionalized
in Mother Marys Hell House
from a ghastly bout of parricide

her father,
a hobbling gloomish troll
while the dark veins of mother
ran through her soul
leaving little choice
but to dispatch
the parents
abandoning their corpses in the kitchen
like strewn litter

turned out
just my
kinda
girl

d
e
s
t
i
n
y

she was 3 feet 7 inches        
with enlarged aureoles        
that almost entirely        
covered her small *******        
and an *** so mondo        
that it needed a wheel barrel        
to hold it so she could walk upright      
        
her lips where plush for kissing        
with a look on her face        
that caught the Bishops eye        
and caused him to growl lecherously          
his stunted reddened member enlarged        
while she postured        
giddy        
pretending to hang herself        
over the toilet bowl        
        
this is how they spent most Saturday nights        
in the rectory        
their favorite little routine        
as Christ looked on        
his eyes shrouded in       
the darkest Dior sunglasses        
        
she pranced and gurgled        
went slack-jawed        
her tongue flapping        
turning vermilion        
drooping and feigning death spasms        
pretending to perish        
inspiring him to beatific *******        
as he sacrificed their babies        
to the oblivion        
of a toilet paper ***        
thus kneeling between her legs        
he became the humble recipient        
of adorations *******        
amen

A** baby was born to two angels,
Sweet more than honey he was,
Page another in history added,
Enriched as the parent's beloved,
Rosary of loneliness he beaded,
Groups he was always hesitated,
Enshrined in my body he was,
Robbed of happiness always,
Securing his own spheres.

i dream of her
flourish mouth spiral
eyes drawn down
yielding
naked lips cocktail
lost ******* waiting
bare ankles linger
for graces slave bracelet
and fire branded buttocks

her face a
punctilious smile
are you my fate she asked
i am a little inky mouse
and your a fat tabby
i belong in your jaws
will you throw me around
drop flip spin and play
buffet little me
with pointy needle teeth
and dainty pink meow tongue
can i entice with milky thighs
slow melodies and careening hips

pierce me
and thrill to my vaporous hiss
show me savage
plunder and swoon
night shade kisses please
and swallow