When the Spinster Mocks the Bachelor

A spinster mocking a bachelor
Welding too well in her bedroom
Caressing her body with her plumed pomade
Down the aisles of her naked back

Her bra, twinkling like the brining vouch of the air
The mutters graining deep within the shutters of mind

I could hear her screaming down in her throat
He holds her by the leg and throws them up
She brined and binged, thronging her legs up to the air
And so screamed; but the bachelor groaned

Her eyes, almost red show a willed brut in the cascades
The turmoil each spinster bubs in the middle of the night




Poetry by Katherine Nwelue
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Written on 2006-06-20 at 00:15

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Christian Ward
I enjoyed reading this, but don't get one thing: the simile you used in the line

'twinkling like the brining vouch of the air'

doesn't make much sense. I'm a little confused by this
2006-06-20


shiviolet
hmm..it actually transported me to that bedroom..as i watched the spinster control the bachelor
2006-06-20


Onyeka Nwelue
I will come back to it to critique it. Thanks.
2006-06-20


Onyeka Nwelue
I loved this, Mom. The thrills that come from it.

I love you.
2006-06-20


Zoya Zaidi
Wow, that is good too!

Welcome again to the bay!
2006-06-20