The Diatribe

The Diatribe

There’s a whole lot unsaid between us
Certainly plenty you don’t want to talk about.
How far down the food chain did you come?
Before you settled on me?
Such a hateful look, must have hit a raw nerve.
We don’t have to dance the Kabooky today...
We can take our usual Sunday drive
And find some secluded spot
I’ll suck you off and you can give me the usual.
That’s how it works isn’t it? Between you and me?
Heavens forbid I should poke you with my wanger
Saving that, you keep telling me… for my husband.
I’ll believe it when the geese fly South in April
“You a virgin?” that’s a laugh…”You think I’m stupid?”
Maybe you still have your cherry, but virgin?  Get real!
You’re afraid that I'll get away if you don't start putting out,
Like all your other preppy boyfriends…with a future,
those fine clothes and driving yuppie new cars.
Who float in and out of your life, an endless stream
Here today gone tomorrow. Vanishing in a screech of
Empty promises, burning rubber and tire smoke…”

What a scowl. “Go ahead and say it, Sweetheart...
Tell me to take you home….say “Fuck you… anything.”
Instead of just sitting there staring vacantly into space.
Why you feel the need to hang with a low life like me
is a question I’ve been asking myself for a long time?
I know who I am, what I look like, and where the world
has decided to poke my ragged ass in the pecking order.
You could do better Honey…I’m giving you a last chance
Tell me it’s over so I can turn around and take you home.”

“If you don’t say something, we’re going to a motel…
One off the interstate, where they don’t ask questions.
Fill out the form, pay with a credit card and pick up the key.”
Not even a rise, I expected at least a flash of anxiety
Nada…. Just that scowl and mute look of hostility.
You’re worried I’m about to dump you, n’est pas?
Is that when you decided we were serious enough?
When you figured it was time to take the big step?
Straddle the rod, bake the salami, and take it in the twot?”
I see fire in your eyes…Go ahead, tell me to turn around.
Consider this a test of your dignity, and self-esteem.
“All you have to say is… “Take me home you sorry motherfucker…”
And I’ll turn the sled faster than you can say “Jack Robinson.”
Back to your gated subdivision and bid your skanky ass adieu.
Won’t your parents be relieved how you finally came to your senses?”

Aren’t going to bite, are you? “When I didn’t call, you panicked.
That’s the truth, isn’t it?  Even though you  don’t want to admit it,
that seedy mind of yours clutched… that inner voice said, “Oh Shit!”
So today you call and tell me you’re ready to tango… fancy that
Spread your legs and take the dick, like a final testimony of love…
Telling me you’re through equivocating, that I finally wore you down
And I can just go ahead poke it in and have my  way with  you.
What did you expect me to say, “How sweet…. What an honor?”

So today, unless you tell me otherwise, we’ll do the deflowering ritual.
Get it over with and behind us….so it’s done and there’s no undoing it.
Then I can screw you anytime I want, as long as I use a condom.
Now what would Father Benedict say to that…Imagine using a rubber. 
Actually he gets it.  You and I don’t but he does.  From his viewpoint,
Sex isn’t a recreational sport, serving amusement on the whim of pleasure,
An “Oh Yeah,” to round out the date with some squeeze and please.
It’s really serious, like buying a truck.  A contract entered in the flesh.
It reads, “We fuck, you get pregnant and I hang around to raise the kids.”

Take it to the bank Sugar, Once I pack  your pee-hole, I’m stuck with you.
There’s no turning back and you know it.  That’s why you’re here.  Isn’t it?
You know that after pussy skinning  my lizard, I’m not going anywhere.
Is that why you just sit there with that shit eating look, not saying a word…?
Are you having second thoughts or is your  mind so set in cement
That nothing I can say or do is every going to change it?  Stubborn Bitch.?
Have you considered how this simple act of intercourse will change our lives?
What the sting of my pecker connotes as you cry out “That smarts!”
“Innocence,” now there’s a word we should have looked up in the dictionary.
Like me sucking your “You Know What" is innocent, and you cheering me on.
Like you puffing on my pecker, looking up with those big brown eyes, is chaste.
You’re nothing but a hot to trot slut and I’m just a pussy whipped penguin.
INNOCENCE is the wrong word….PERVERSE is a more accurate description.
PERVERSITY puts the whole sordid act of what we’re doing in a nutshell.
You sucking and shucking  on my Johnson like some porn movie blow queen…
JEEZE! Don’t tell me that God thinks our back seat antics are acceptable.
That these are mere acts of endearment like French kissing and finger fucking.
A progression that follows once the windows fog up, and passions heat up.
Chowing down on each other, doing that nasty cunnilingus thing?
Maybe servicing your pee hole is analogous to sprinkling it with Holy Water.
Like angles will start singing when I stuff that little muff with my boner.
 
I guess tongue sexing and licking the bud are the more politically correct
Than doing it the old fashioned way like Grandma and Grandpa did.
That’s something we’re about to find out.  Which is the more obscene?
We’ll know for sure when we ice the cake and celebrate the Last Hurrah….
I knew you were Catholic but I never imagined all the work-a-arounds.
When it comes to evading the dogma you make the Amish look like slackers.
Stubborn bitch…Go ahead sneer at me , set your jaw and sully up.
You could be saying, “Please…Honey, don’t make me do this…”
Why am I the one making decisions and trying to explain everything?
A woman is supposed to have the final say in these matters.

“Don’t be shy…You can chime in My Dear, anytime you want.”
“Cat got your tongue….? I’m not even sure you like me, for Christ’s sake…
That perhaps I was second best or even lower on the totem pole…
That with time growing short and the window of opportunity closing
You felt it prudent to act before life passed you by altogether.”
“Is that why you always close your eyes when I suck you off?
Are you pretending it’s somebody else, plucking your heart strings?
Is it some memory guiding my cheeks into that tangle of pubic hair…
Is that behind your eyes glazing  and that wistful Mona Lisa smile?
I’d bet my ass on it…. and see the winnings safe in the bank…
 
As my tongue sexes in and out, you’re imagining somebody else.
Aren’t you… Think about how I feel , seeing you off somewhere else.
Flipping back through the pages of your High School Yearbook.
Watching the highlights, reliving vicariously those tender moments…
Your heart pounding, breasts heaving… getting it on with the tin man?
Can’t get him out of your mind, can you?  I see his imprint like a brand,
Some invisible tattoo, animated with lust, glowing in your eyes
In those dark mirrors of recollection. I see his visage staring up at me.
And where am I on the highlight reel. Spliced in somewhere near the end ?
Caught in an audio of moans and groans on a video of steamy recollections…
Give me a break Honey.  Blink those almond eyes and share some face time
with your working stiff…”HOHUM” boyfriend who  has you all lathered up…
How about sharing some of that bliss as I snorkel the Here and Now.
Huh? I[m down here Honey…smelling the fish… making you ready darling…
But please!  Before you pop off…just remember to call out my name.
It’s important for a guy… that his girlfriend gets that one right.
….

‘Did your mother warn you about giving away the milk…
I bet that was it… Why pay when you can get it for free?
That marriage only happens when a man is awash in cum.
Would that such convoluted thinking was true. 
I could wack my Weiner and rid myself of all thoughts of you.
Cast off the ties that bind and bid adieu to sleepless nights.
More than milk it is…Try a glass before bed and see if it helps…
No, it’s a compulsion.  The cry of a snared sprit caught in a web of DNA…
Screaming out in agony across the cosmic threads of eternity…
That’s what you are…a black hole sucking my spirit into the vortex.
It’s me that tomorrow’s child is after…I know, I’m not much to look at
And don’t ask me why the interest in someone so plain and ordinary
And don’t be smirking… you’re as clueless about all this as I am…

You might have dreamed of that Knight in shining armor
but it was me the Dark Whore in your black soul was angling for…
From the beginning she had her sights set on Sir Balderdash here.
While you looked wistfully at the rebounders who circled the hoop. 
She was way ahead of you….sniffing about for her real prey.
You think she noticed those wimpy pricks who tried drying your tears
Fretting about, as they promised to make  tomorrow a new beginning?
Did you register the falsehood of empty promises as they brayed like beagels?
Those in betweener wieners,who barked at opportunity, vying for attention?
Ever seen a pack of horney dogs chasing a wild eyed bitch, in heat?
They were all pretenders…Hopefuls, and the dark slut bid you run like hell.

What your soul mama wanted was the twinkle snot sloshing in my scrotums.
She bided her time, letting the blush of romance fade from your cheeks.
With patience she waited for the “Once and future” you never even noticed.
What were you thinking when you gave me that “who the heck are you," look?
"Ugh! What a jerk…” that’s what you thought…but something inside you resonated.
Staring first in awe, and then clapping  and jumping up and down in delight.
As you yawned and considered it another wasted evening, she sighed and
in the caverns of your clutch the weird sisters danced around the cauldron.
Do you know that she strokes my hair as you heave to the sexing of my mouth? 
Who do you suppose those whispers emanate from….in the dead of night?
Telling you that what the Church drones on about is so much nonsense?
Would the alternatives have ever dawned so clear without the videos
She played in the wee hours of the morning, making you toss and fret? NO!
You would have pushed my lips away in disgust…saying  “GROSS…HOLD
”STOP that sordid nibbling…but you showed no such inclination…
Your response was predictable, anticipated, welcomed without a qualm,
You settled in like a whore, wallowing in a sea of turgid pleasures. 
Ours was no love made in heaven… but one arranged elsewhere.
Consummated in the back seat, my face smeared with your excitement
and you cheered me on… exhorting, PLEASE! PLEASE, knees yawning. 
Not ordained by God but ad libed by two amateurs, learning on the fly.

“Well here we are, after all that has flowed beneath the bridge…
Auditioning for a role that neither one could have anticipated.
Who are turning from the freeway of romantic dreams and expectations
And heading down the off ramp into the real world of the here and now.
The light changes we pull into the parking lot of the Wonder Light Motel,
about to discover another adventure the future has stuck up her sleeve.
The lights are still turned on in the office window, the OPEN sign beckons.
In the full light of day you have to look close….the glitter doesn’t do much. 
We walk  into the office and a bell tingles, and a tired clerk appears.
I expect him to say, “Newly Weds?” but he’s focused on signing us in.
If this is a milestone in our lives, it isn’t being greeted with much hoopla.
I guess the The Hully Gully regulars are no strangers to this place.
“We didn’t have to go through with this…” you might have offered at any time. 
Either one us might have stepped back… and decided otherwise
But no, we both stood at the precipice  like a couple of dumb clucks…
Not even holding hands, knowing this was not just any Sunday jaunt,
That the time of reckoning was at hand.  It was nerve wracking.
The sheer oppression, like a humid cloud that hung over our heads
Fraught with import, filled with foreboding and nerve wracking. 
We avoided eye contact, looking indirectly when we did.
Breathing shallow, walking on egg shells, while reality focused on the business
And righteousness stared off into the distance.”

“There was no trellised archway, with garlands of bright flowers and Ivy. 
It was like walking down an alley into the back door of a kitchen.
The clerk handed me the receipt. “Room 236, second floor… up the stairs…
Corridor to the left about halfway down.”  The lobby smelled musty
You sighed and picked up your overnight bag and I hefted my plastic suitcase. 
We trudged up the stairs like mounting the gallows… Each step a burden
reaching into an uncertain  future that stretched out into eternity. 
Expectations unrealized, unfilled dreams and promises left behind
A tangle of compromise, hope in disarray and disrobed expectations.
Love, about to be consummated on a squeaky bed, and thread bare sheets. 
This won’t be so bad,” I offered inserting the card and hearing the latch click. 
She flashed that plastic smile and spoke for the first time, “This is so romantic.”
A union of convenience…Another hurdle, something  to put behind us…,
Afterwards time enough to assess the furture through a cold lens of reason.

I hold the door and she walks past, an air conditioner yammering on the wall. 
She goes over and sits on the edge of the bed, staring pensively at the floor. 
The mattress sags  as her hips settle and she begins unbuttoning her blouse. 
Taking it off she looks up, Bare shoulders etched in the white straps.
I walked past and pulled the blinds closed.  I sit in a chair and take off my shoes. 
Then stand and unbuckle  my trousers and letting them drop to the floor.
She unzips her slacks and pulls them down over her knees, stepping out.
Is it too late at this point…?Should I say, “This isn’t right? But I don’t.….
I expect her to say ….”Are we really doing this?" but she doesn’t.
Finally the mute speaks… “Are you going to kiss me?
I walked over and kneel,  kissing her on the forehead.
I scooch closer and we French kiss…
“Undo my bra,” she asks trying to sound in control. 
For some reason I always stumble and fumble
and she waits patiently shaking her head like I’m a klutz. 
The hasp surrenders its fastener, liberating her bosom..
It sags but not much considering the size.
She extends her hands towards me.
I reach out and pull the straps off and toss it to the floor. 
Then she arches up feet still on the floor.
It’s an invitation to take off her panties…
Her elbows locked, arns extended raising her buttocks...
while I gather the elastic tugging it over her hips;
Gathering the silk and pulling down over her thighs,
across her ankles and feet.  This joins the bra on the rug.
"This is the part you do so well," She says spreading her legs. 
I lower my head and give her what she wants… It’s a ritual
we share… followed by a blow job when I finish and it’s her turn.
She rubs my hair as I spread the petals of her flower
And slip my tongue into her vagina. 
She sighs and presses her woman’s folds
Into my mouth and  takes hold of my ears.
"Hmmmm," she mews, anticipating the familiar surge of desire.
"Go slowly," she says softly, "make it memorable. "
And for long minutes I do her bidding
and listen to the catch of her breath as I hit a sweet spot. 
Then she arches, groaning and I know it’s time to press hard,
Squeeze her hips and bring the moment to closure.
This takes longer than anticipated…but at last she comes,
Rearing up pulls my face tight into her sneak.
In the throes comes an orgasmic tremor and
A cascade of little seizures like marbles rolling down the stairs.
My lips feel the rush and a long simper resonates through her body.
I come off, lips wet with the dew, her blossom gaping 
in full bloom, open, ready and anxious… poised for intercourse. 
My cheeks are flushed from the squeeze of her legs,
And my mouth with the ooze of eager anticipation.
I roll atop… Knees pushing apart her thighs apart
The gate to iniquity yawns and the portal purses eager lips.
The smell of musk wafts, and like perfume beckons 
And from deep within  a primitive longing cries out for surcease.
I extend the  gristly staff throbbing with anticipation, dripping precum
Handing  it off to her straining hand and eager fingers. 
With bold insistence she works the mushroom inside
Twisting and squirming to accommodate the girth.
It muscles about, slipping in fits and starts… a wet friction.
Reaching with delight, haltingly down the corridor of her sex…
Ouch! She cries suddenly as the bee stings and virtue cries out.
Looking down I see the red flow dripping onto the bed
I hold deciding what to do next wondering if I should stop
He body trembles and I push deeper instead.
until at length my erection fills the chamber of her womb.
There it quivers perched at the threshold of her soul.
"Take it out….please,"  she whispers, and I slowly withdraw.
She takes her hand, holding herself ,and sprints to the bathroom.
The shower comes on and I join her as the water cascades down
washing away the evidence  of any lingering doubt.

We get dressed and decide to go out for a pizza.
It’s a nice interlude, a chance to reflect on what we’ve done.
"How does it feel, taking my maiden head?" she asks
"I feel humble," I answer," though we aren’t done yet."
"Then let’s go back and finish what we started."
...

Her vagina is red and swollen.  She applies some lubricant.
I ease her back onto the mattress and she guides it inside.
“Feel me knock, knock knocking at the door” I ask
“Be patient now, while I lift the latch. There come on in.”
Her legs spread still wider and I feel the squeeze her sphincter….
My phallus strains, searching,  extending  to the limits of her body
She whispers, “Whoosh ..My sprit rushes to your arms…”
“Ahhhh, I answer, I feel her warmth spread over me.”
"Let's dance together."
Drawing back I poise and then surged forward.  She rises up.
I pull back and she waits to receive.
I thrust deep and she yields…
I draw back again and she arches.
“Fuck me.” 
It’s a shameless plea that excites dark sentiments...
I drive deep, then again and again,
Yes, yes," she answers,
Aggressively I respond to her insistent urging.
She answers with eager appetite,
Adding rhythm to the beat and vigor to the tempo.
Oh my goodness gracious, I think in dismay…
"Do me," she cries anxiously...
I oblige with cruel insistence
and she takes my measure and matches my stroke, 
Accepting the mastery without complaint,
And responding with quick study.
As our bodies twist and turn,
My hands guide her hips,
To the motion of our love making,
Thrilling to the sweat of exertions. 
Flesh slaps to a carcaphonty of 
grunting and groaning
That exhorts a frenzy of passion…
On and on the music plays
And our bodies dance to love's eternal song…
Until at last, on the cusp of exhaustion
The crescendo comes,
And in a last throes my cock swells
My need trumpets its dominion. 
She thrashes on the horn,
Yoked in the clutch of obscenity.
Wallowing as man spit 
Fills her womb... 
Drinking deep the drought
That fills her overflowing
In a froth of lusty eagerness.

"Oh my Gawd! She cries out in rapture,
With that her shoulders kip
as the last of my issue spurts into her womb.
The cup runs over, leaching past
the crotch seal in rivulets down her thighs
Soaking the sheets and mattress.

Later that night, I wake, our passion spent
And wonder what the dawn will bring.
I watch you stir and see the rise and fall of your breasts.
I smell the odor of stale sex and the exertions of our rut
mingled in the sweat of perfume and dried deodorant.
The taste of you lingers on my palate
I smile recalling how you squirmed.
How our hips pounded eagerly at first
and then ground in languid slowness.
How your nipples perked like peas bursting from the pod,
Fonts ripe with the promise of nurture,
Your looked far away, eyes glazed, full of yearning
Caught up in the dance  of creation,
Calling out to my soul, summoning our spirits,
To mingle in the  flesh and give life a new beginning.
With enthusiasm you urged your body.
A determined mistress, compelling the wiles of your sex,
To deliver on the promises of tomorrow.
How the portal opened, coaxing into the soft folds
A bridge stretching out to the pleading fingers
And plaintive cries of our unborn children.
As I savored the rich smell, feeling the squeeze
Slipping in the hot juices of our intercourse.
You thrashed about in the grip of a base and compelling need,
Wallowing in the opulent and pulsing flesh,
thrust rudely upon the bristly flower of  womanhood. 
Lubricious petals bloomed in rich anticipation.
Anger fled, frustration vanished and you pleaded…
“Give it to me…don't hold back... every drop."
"Yes my love," I answer, and meant every word.