tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3448103441032015557.post7274759878312978926..comments2022-11-04T07:31:45.341-07:00Comments on la mujer escondida: Private HellLa Mujer Escondidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11306763521736486955noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3448103441032015557.post-75798607537444759062010-02-10T02:45:52.683-08:002010-02-10T02:45:52.683-08:00"S" ahora tiene un blog:
www.sas.explor..."S" ahora tiene un blog:<br /><br />www.sas.explore-the-world.netLa Mujer Escondidahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11306763521736486955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3448103441032015557.post-88288757638944735982009-09-11T04:50:08.793-07:002009-09-11T04:50:08.793-07:00Private Hell
She does not presume to come here kn...Private Hell<br /><br />She does not presume to come here knowing<br />Anything. So tell her. Show her. Sacrifice her<br />If you must. She is not worthy now of much.<br /><br />She would lick drops from your cup, crumbs<br />From your hand. But you, you are the same <br />Man whose nature is always to demand<br /><br />Gently, that each girl, every, any girl, should <br />Open up her soul to you. Of course there are<br />Many, but they are one body; watch them eat <br /><br />Your bread each morning, drink your wine at night.<br />(I feed on you. My heart is grasping and greedy. <br />It is great. It is glorious. It is splendidly majestic.)<br /><br />Therefore with demons and angels and with all the <br />Company you bring here, give them, oh grant them<br />Time. Time to drink you dry, to suck the very life<br /><br />From your long limbs, to eat whatever you should<br />Put in their mouths. In return, for you they shed blood,<br />Offer white skin, they wait for you to help them peel.<br /><br />Everything in this crazed kingdom is yours. Black leather<br />Chair, burning stove, chalk-scrawled board, cross on wall.<br />While all things come from you, they can give you nothing<br /><br />Bar broken body, spilt blood. Everlasting life is too unreal,<br />But she offers these fleeting, hurting moments, as, far<br />From your touch, just out of reach, she is still free to feel <br /><br />Anything and though everything is yours, she will<br />Hand you pride, unhide herself with noise. First, leave <br />Her be, in flying hell, in this her private hanging head.<br /><br />Where instantly, momently, she is not of you, despite the <br />Thousand threads you tied. Where she is nearer to she.<br />Wait. Suspend all for the time it takes to turn her red.<br /><br />S.La Mujer Escondidahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11306763521736486955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3448103441032015557.post-72716586624420994742009-02-15T10:59:00.000-08:002009-02-15T10:59:00.000-08:00Ha sido un placer visitar su humilde y perversa mo...Ha sido un placer visitar su humilde y perversa morada. Gracias por compartir sus momentos.<BR/><BR/>Que sigan tan bien.<BR/><BR/>bsedelweiss mhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17355152818512868615noreply@blogger.com