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| Earthen fountain... Grains fall from red to white, Eroding woman. |
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Photo Haiku: Natural Red -- 6 of 7
Monday, August 30, 2010
Photo Haiku: Natural Red -- 5 of 7
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Sunday, August 29, 2010
Photo Haiku: Natural Red -- 4 of 7
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| Lost red kitten... Nimble fingers searching For place to play. |
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Photo Haiku: Natural Red -- 3 of 7
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| Flame quenched by roses... The pleasing scent of green Wafts from her collar. |
Friday, August 27, 2010
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Photo Haiku: Natural Red -- 1 of 7
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| Morning flame... Tickle of steaming pond Between her legs. |
These times are especially busy for me and, as a consequence, my
creative output has diminished (really, I couldn't even think of a
good metaphor here). I figure that this is a good opportunity to
introduce a new filler--er, feature to this blog. I do hope that you
enjoy this series of photo-inspired haiku. Next week, this blog will
return to its regular spanko content.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Ekphrassis 4 (Catherine)
Shame does not rinse away so easily, does it? The shower fails to
cleanse; the scalding assault only drew out a blush upon which the
residue droplets now give you chill. And so you hide. The towel may
shield your eyes from mine, but you can still feel my stare bearing
down on you. That towel will become drenched in your tears, become
heavy, and only add to your burden.
You are ashamed of yourself. You told me you didn't do that. You
told me you're not that kind of girl. And yet there you were, in the
shower, hand trapped and face blushed. Even through the torrent I
could see your tears commence as your private world was breached. You
want to bury yourself in that towel now that your wantonness is
uncovered.
You should be ashamed of yourself: not for the act, but for the secret.
You are to reveal yourself completely to me, to bare all of your
desires. It is for the lie that you will be punished. Once you take
your position on the bed, the remnant droplets on your bottom will
accentuate the sting as my leather paddle imparts on you the
importance of honesty. Afterward, you will flip onto your back and make your premiere, a recital taken to completion. Not in
secret, but in the open. All of you will be under my gaze, including
your eyes. You will watch me as I watch you. You will see that you
are no longer hidden. You will be embarrassed, but without shame.
Come now, let's begin the cleansing.
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