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Wednesday, April 17, 2013
Book of Men
The Book of Men reflects "stories" from her life and relationships. She writes from experiences in a natural voice that anyone can understand. I believe one of the most natural reads for me since I started reading poetry. Her feminine viewpoint is quite insightful to the male viewpoint, understanding what most women can't about the male psyche, even experienced women. The book is not all testosterone driven though. She touches on the vietnam war, pop icons like superman, music icons like Cher and the Beatles, and her mother's dementia (a topic close to my heart with my father). Dorianne allows us to connect with her on an equal playing field as if we've been there and done that too. There is something that everyone can connect to. If you haven't you most certainly will experience some of these normal life experiences that she uniquely shares in a sometimes humorous voice. This is my first time reading poetry from Laux and the first time I didn't feel overwhelmed in trying to understand it's meaning. Does that mean it's superficial? No. It means she writes fluidly and simply but by all means is not simple. I look forward to reading some of her older books. I know, maybe I should have read them in sequence and than again regressing might be quite enjoyable. I definitely recommend this book, especially if you enjoy men!
-Liz
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For the Love of Words
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Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Inter Nos...
While the knight was on
his way
to perform his basic
duties in life
the Queen’s thoughts were
engulfed by the memories and sensations
imposed on her.
In her world she
functioned and performed her duties
as was expected of her
as she was dedicated to
doing
out of the love in her heart
and the honor she lived by.
For so long she lived
without real love
had lost the love of her
king
to the dedication of his
duties to his realm
ignored and abandoned to
be a mere subject, like any other in the castle.
Until one day in the
King’s absence
the knight had to report
to duty, to the Queen
it was his first time
meeting the Queen in person
the minute he laid his
eyes upon her, her beauty overwhelmed him.
Their eyes met and locked
into a long glance
he thought she was the
most beautiful woman he had ever seen
she was more than a mere
Lady, Princess, and Queen
she was a Goddess,
ethereal and heavenly, he knew at that instant that he would love her forever.
The Queen realized through
their glance that the knight was special
she knew she would let him
into her world
that lacked love, laughter
and companionship
with honor in his heart,
he treated her with the dignity that she deserved knowing he may never join her
pedestal.
They met privately in her
chambers to share intimate moments
he passionately loved her
and she embraced him with her heart
she opened her mind to
what he had to offer
her soul ached to feel the
intensity of a deep love for him.
Until one day, the
realization of what was came to fruition
she could no longer
continue the façade of what could not be
their lives were not in
the same place to coincide
she knew in her mind she had
to deny herself the passion.
Their private moments together
were few but special
the last time they made
love they both knew something had changed
they could see it in their
eyes and feel it in their hearts
tears ran down their faces
and their lips quivered.
Slowly the scene changed
from their magical private moments
To her world of solitude
and self seeking fulfillment
She would once again find
solace, somehow
In herself and her quest
for life’s meaning.
As she watched the knight
ride on his horse from her tower window
he disappeared further and
further into the forest
her heart weighing heavily
because she knew the pain to be faced
with the last traces of
his kiss on her lips.
She knew how empty his cup
had been; hers had been as empty too
she knew he was special, he
would think otherwise
she gave herself to him;
he took that with him, just as she kept him
And, her world would never be the same.
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Life as a Brikhaus...(poetry)
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Wednesday, December 26, 2012
Damsel in Distress P13. Ending
Who is supposed to be my friend? …
And…
Actually love me?
According to him…
He reaches in to hug me…
I don’t fight it…
He embraces me tightly…
And warped enough, lovingly I guess…
For about 10 minutes this continues…
Words of endearment…
Caressing my hair…
I barely move or breathe for that matter…
Freezing cold…
The warmth of the hug feels good…
Bringing my body back to life…
Feeling a bit of vigor return…
Suddenly…
This feeling overwhelms me…
The urge to hug him back…
I find the energy to lift my arms and wrap them over
his shoulders…
He sighs…
“I’m so glad you’re not angry with me”, he says with
relief…
I nod my head no…
Squeeze him tightly…
He revels in the hug…
Kiss him on his cheek…
Then, in one fast sweep…
I grab his neck with both hands…
Step back and pull his neck down…
With all my strength, I knee him in his groin, bring
his head further down and knee him in his skull…
Knocking him out completely…
Falling to the ground with one big thump…
“Fucker!” I say with anger…
He lay there lifeless…
“Motherfucker!” I scream, as I kick him in his side…
“Who the hell do you think you’re messing with?”…
“Nobody brings me down, without self-inflicting
debris!!!”…
“Bitch Ass Motherfucker!!! Take that! …
I pace back and forth…
Ranting to myself…
I somehow gain my composure back…
First things first…
I need clothes! …
I unbutton his shirt…
Roll him around enough and pull it off from him…
Dress myself in it…
I want to just dump him in the river…
I contemplate…
He would definitely drown…
Serves him right! …
I start to drag his body…
I can barely do it; I’m so weak right now…
Drag his body over by the poles, as best I could…
No…
He’ll suffer more this way…
Tied up both his writs to each pole…
In case he comes to…
There will be no repeat, of any kind of anything
tonight! …
What next? …
I reach in his pockets for a phone…
He has got to have a phone…
Yes! …
I find it…
I think to myself…
I have to do this…
Courage…
Be tough…
I’m sorry, my friend…
But…
You are no friend! …
Your turn…
To live in a horror story…
I dial 911…
It rings…
“911, how may I help you?”…
Pause…
Take in a deep breathe…
“Yes, I’d like to report a crime”….
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The Salty Sticky Mess...(Erotica Bk 2)
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Sunday, December 23, 2012
Damsel in Distress P12.
And rubs her intensely…
“Yeah, just like that! Get ready for me”, he demands…
Grabbing himself with his right hand…
My ass with his left…
He guides him in…
Thrusting…
Ardently….
Shifting my body with his…
As he does his deed…
Myself…
Listless, detached and numb…
For the first time in my life…
Coming with no enthusiasm…
No passion…
No noise! …
“My sweet, you feel amazing! Just like I imagined you
would!”…
He grunts…
Breathing heavy…
Thrusting faster now…
“I just can’t contain myself any longer!”…
Releases his load…
Moaning loudly of his pleasure…
Embraces me tightly…
Seeming to not want to let go…
Stood with me, in me…
For five minutes…
“Okay, games over”, he reveals…
He bends down and begins to untie my ankle…
“I could never hurt you. This was just a prank! “ He
says…
In shock…
Not believing what I’m hearing…
Words echoing in my mind…
Concept bouncing around…
Fog somewhat lifting…
I look at him again, brows frowning…
A look of
questioning…
“What?” I ask…
“My sweet, this was just a prank. I needed to show you
that I could be spontaneous and naughty. All those things you thought I
wasn’t”, he nervously laughs…
Both ankles untied…
He migrates to my wrists…
“A joke? You’re really just playing around with me?” I
question him…
“Yes. Yes, I know I got a bit carried away. The
empowerment over you was intoxicating. I lost control, I admit. I’m sorry if I
scared you!” He pleads…
“You forgive me right? I’ll make it up to you!”…
“Are you turned on? As I am right now?” He asks…
I’m frozen, exhausted, hurting, bleeding and just
numb…
I don’t know what to say or how to respond to this
man…
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The Salty Sticky Mess...(Erotica Bk 2)
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Thursday, December 20, 2012
Damsel in Distress P11.
I look down…
Watching…
His face now covered in my blood…
Biting more and more…
Hungered somehow…
I now see Bill…
Dark…
His bites telling the tales for his soul…
Horror…
Filling my heart…
He reaches caramel…
Mortified, I squirm…
He grabs my ass and then consumes her in all his
glory…
Squeezing my cheeks to hold me in place…
He eats me, licks me, sucks me…
As if we were lovers…
Anger completely dissipating…
He is basically making love to me now…
Orgasms begin to sweep her…
My core responding to the act…
But somehow, I find the strength not to show him…
That he in fact can please me…
No words of love come from my lips…
No sounds of excitement or pleasure touch his ears…
My naked, dangling, almost lifeless body…
Just hangs there…
“Oh my sweet, I love you so much” he says…
He stands up eagerly…
Light in his eyes…
That I haven’t seen in his eyes, until now…
Bulge protruding from his pants…
He grabs my face with both hands…
And kisses me…
“You’re going to enjoy this as much as I am”…
I don’t respond…
He whips out his organ…
Slightly lifted off the ground, with the way I’m tied…
He easily can maneuver how he wants to take me…
“I will have from the front, so I may see your eyes
respond to me”, he states…
“Did you hear me?” he asks…
Looking down, I still don’t respond…
Grabs my chin and angles my face so that I am looking
directly at him…
Emotionless …
“I said that I love you”…
He looks into my eyes…
They look back at him blankly…
“I care for nothing right now”, I reply…
“Oh my sweet, don’t say that! “, he desperately
responds…
“You’ll feel different after this”…
Grabs caramel…
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The Salty Sticky Mess...(Erotica Bk 2)
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Damsel in Distress P8.
What the fuck am I doing on Ellis? Stranded no less! …
I start to wiggle and wiggle, but to no avail…
“There’s no point in struggling. My victims never
escape”, says a voice from the shadows ahead...
I stop my panic…
Relieved, that I am not alone…
Yet scared, of what’s to come…
A dark shadow of a man proceeds to walk towards me…
I squint my eyes to focus on him…
Doesn’t work…
It’s too dark…
The sky is lite from a crescent moon…
More dark than light…
The river brings forth…
It’s nemeses…
The wind…
Briskly whipping at me…
My dress barely keeping me warm…
Nipples hard from the cold…
His steps are silent…
The grass masks the noise…
I start to relax my breathing…
I need to keep my wits about me…
I’m fucking scared…
This is like out of a horror novel…
I close my eyes…
Maybe I’m dreaming…
I say out loud, “This isn’t real. It’s not happening”…
“My sweet, this is definitely happening”, he coldly
states…
I recognize the voice…
“Bill, is that you?” I ask pleadingly…
“My name is Roap. As in the rope you’re tied with and
I’m going to strangle you with tonight”…
“Bill, let me go! This isn’t even remotely funny. This
isn’t a cool joke to play on me. Damn you!!! Let me go!!!” I demand…
Finally, within a few feet of me…
All dressed in black…
Eyes glaring at me…
Fiercely cold…
“What the fuck is going on?” I scream…
“No one can hear you, save your energy”, he snidely
replies…
“I will first have you, before I kill you”…
“Yeah okay, if you say so” I huff and puff…
He pulls out a blade…
A large butcher knife…
Moves in close…
“You will no longer ignore me, tease me or make me
feel worthless”…
“My love for you has gone unnoticed long enough!”…
“Ha! You love me? You don’t know what the fuck love
is! “…
I pause…
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The Salty Sticky Mess...(Erotica Bk 2)
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