Nasty Boy

© carol voccia 2009

Five ten in chiseled rock
Unassuming smile
Tongue lightly grazing teeth
Amber eyes looking through my staring blues
Lips speak trash
Fingers cop a feel
Pink puddles on lace
Nipples crush inside the heaving suck
My ass slapped
A warm up test
Exercising the range of force to dispense
Bend over exposing the wild rim
Sit on my face to lick your ass
On my knees
My back
My haunches
Over you, under you, as captive clutched between muscle thighs
Pull back hair and slap face sting
Pink my flesh with your whip
Oral-oral-oral
Probe the depths of esophagus phlegm
Vomit up the fleshy meat
Chizz dripping
Smear it down my belly dance
Oh, you little whore-come here!
Kiss my wild
You nasty nasty boy

The Gigolo

The Gigolo
© carol voccia

for Basilio

The cadence of his hooves
Strikes a handsome silhouette and offer
Candied charms in shimmering tinsel
Coughing up Latin words and calling out
His demands hidden in wine and scented wax
A stunning backdrop purchased from a moonlit night
Smooth as a baby’s bottom
Sly as snakes in bottled oil
He slips in his sugar smiled grin professing
Moonscape wishes over romantic architecture
Leaking out of his eyes is a folded heart
While rivets of tin lined empathy contrived and calculated
Snarl in the shark teeth
His cut hungry
The jackal swims in his bucket
And the madam
Fences with her silver blade
Poking holes in the story he oils
There is only so much tinsel a woman can choke down
When the sun opens its eye to the day and the
Moon sneers at the nights remains