Mimi-Mona Poetry - Erotic: OVER THE EDGE or STRATEGIC PHONE CALL

©Over the Edge
or
Strategic Phone Call

Mimi Wolske

July 2014, Mimi Wolske-Mona Arizona™

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The phone rings

She answers

His voice sings

She whispers

"I love you"

He responds

His words woo

Create bonds

Hypnotize

Lustful thoughts

Tantalize

No ersatz

Poetry

He was hot

It was she

was it not

Who could make

The whole room

Crackle, shake

And consume

Both with lust

That made them

Melt and trust

Stratagem

As if they

Once became

Dali's shay

And her swain

Becoming one

With painted

Illusion

Untainted

Making more

Of breakfast

Than before

Surrealist

Love could wait

Heat —cook —roast

Immulate

More than toast

POETRY - EROTIC: Mona's Demons

Mona's Demons

were kept in a drawer of curiosities,

illustrated with colorful adjectives.

Her mantra was slightly embarrassing...

naked cheesecake photos...when repeated

endlessly in a group of elderly ladies

on a Christian tour bus in Vatican City.

Sexual demons calling themselves fantasies

and mental images from Eros, she felt like a

shepherd-lass on the run from her frock and

from the Nephilim. Yes, they still exist,

the giant fallen ones. They continue to

scour the planet for Mona, hoping to find a

nymph of the wood...on their wood.

But Mona's demons remain in a drawer.

©Mimi Wolske, March 2014

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POETRY - EROTIC: Dancing, Just Before The Storm Breaks,

Dancing, Just Before The Storm Breaks,

With you in that special

pinkish-grey quality of light

where patches of bright,

cool light cut through

darker, muddier illumination,

the aroma of the coming rain

hangs lightly like a mist

in the air, I anticipate

the first clap of thunder.

Lightning becomes our only

electricity, candles

our only light soliciting

us to continue the tango.

Wax melts, wicks tender

flickering flames with massive

achromatic chords as our

stuttering melody proceeds

not by slow layers but

expressive, successive, rapid

notes like fingers that seem to be

Saying, or writing something

Halfway down our spines.

Delicious tension increases

sweeping the clouds aside

so that soft place between

dancing scrotum and anus

where you linger in what

seems like the ancient

entranceway sealed over

by time permits no release

until the storm subsides

as if a switch was thrown

and the frantic fugato rhythms

Slow to a steady rise and fall.

Everything is liquid and

aromatic—yes, you can smell

again—and you are gripped

at the root by those powerful

contracting pulses...more felt than

seen or heard yet echoes in

plangent cadences from

dissipating clouds above.

Acquiring textures of

luminous clarity, you appreciate

I can take you to the brink

again and again, your entire

focus surges toward the end of

your throbbing organ and the

storm's tremendous pressure

reaches your head and chest and

you can hear a fast-approaching

climax of whooping horns ready

to blow. You stiffen. The air tightens.

The tornadic winds and 

torrential are unleashed.

©Mimi Wolske, March 2014

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POETRY - EROTIC: Balloons and Black Licorice

BALLOONS AND BLACK LICORICE

© Mimi Wolske, March 2014

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As years passed, the less he understood what

happened to his best friend, Trevor, that day.

He had become a turbulent helot

in sweat-filled lust...without his repartee.

He watched Trevor transform and parading

As a sex toy for his Black Licorice;

In and out like some drum major wielding

his baton wildly so he'd accomplish

All she demanded for those balloons

And a taste of her sweet Black Licorice.

On an overcast day, while he communes,

It happens...it was straight from some Irish

War epic. Trevor unzipped; she bent over.

With grace and ferocity, she vacuumed

All parts of him; as a victimizer,

She devoured...poor Trevor was consumed.

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