[ Post a Response | The Sublime Desire of Cigarette Smoking ]
Posted by Vesperae
on August 17, 2009, 5:04 pm, in reply to "More Gendrification"
It took a little digging, but I found this in my archives. I originally wrote and posted it to the first incarnation of "Sublime", c2001:
It is quiet now.
Just me, in the late afternoon winter light.
Just me, lost to my own frightening and lovely thoughts and
desires.
Just me, becoming aroused as I reach for a cigarette and light it
and drag deeply and inhale deeply and hold on to the moment
and
feel that dangerous lingering so deep within my lungs
and then
slowly, slowly exhale...
And yet I am not alone here...*She* is with me...and is really
always with me...gently running her long fingers
through my
hair...lovingly caressing my body...
*She* kisses my forehead and
embraces me
into the soft warm pillow of her pale velvet
breasts...
She is my *Dark Angel*...the One who haunts my tortured bruised
desires
and ever sirens me closer to the edge of The Abyss
one
beautiful and deadly drag at a time...
Wrapping my painted lips around the tip of a Virginia Slims
menthol 120
is to feed upon *Her* as an infant feeds upon the
sustenance of her Mother's Body
...nourishment...poison...
...hunger is desire...
...fill me...drain me...again and again and again...
...a woman understands what it is to have her body penetrated
and
filled with the presence of a lover
...a woman's lungs are
erogenous zones...
...and my *Dark Angel* knows them well...
Is this what you were thinking of Nat? 
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