Yellow Belly

Where are they? Oh, I have lopped off
both stones!!

The pair hung below
unused –
what should have been bold
is now shriveled.

What disappointment!

Do not fear, dear Man,
they will be kept well,
here in palms;

in succulent, sweaty,
sweet feminine
palms.

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25 thoughts on “Yellow Belly

  1. I believe this is called, “jumping the shark.” I prefer, “The Male Response, Touchy Bits.”

    She held my ‘nads in her hand.

    Cradled nay.

    Perhaps lovingly ladled.
    Like Lenin posters on
    an old Polish May Day.

    Or homemade soup
    made with love and
    family proofed.

    But those were still my stones.

    A rough gift to submit.

    A passive aggressive gift,
    could even cause a sub/dom rift.

    But worth the weight of the world.
    If handled with care.

    But that was the dare.

  2. Drifting Wood. Or (rather) โ€œMae Daeโ€

    (a crippled ship’s cry for help)

    CENTURY STORM HITS (Euro Crisis)

    Economic

    tree’s contrived

    to stay alive.

    Eternal Roots.

    Rocked

    up branched

    Heveled.

    and still

    aloof… and aloft.

    nonsense

    Earth defiled.

    PICK A Hurricane Name (insert here, I suggest Irene, most will choose Katrina)

    Pissed off Boots.

    And tailored suits

    Wanted more

    But Maggie Mae

    Did not care,

    Showed resolve,

    Held no fear.

    Put the

    Suitors on trial,

    with her

    lack of fear

    and her

    Joan of Arc

    โ€œglossyโ€ Vernier.

    Land and sea devoured,

    the tailored types

    Counted hours

    and minutes

    and predicted the

    demise

    of the wine

    swilling delights.

    THEIR COCKTAIL hour friends!

    Darkness descends,

    fast reached end,

    Mae’s Rambunctious
    Oyster pearled
    life
    stemmed.

    Not a man’s

    Wardrobe

    SURVIVED.

    for long.

    But balls.

    required

    Monsoon sized,

    Desired.

    Receded so quick

    a Gelded afflict

    Mad male balls

    De-camped

    And clipped.

    And retired.

    1. I am beyond flattered, my friend! Brilliant writing. I am posting this to my facebook ๐Ÿ™‚ Thank you for the smile…I am just so flattered I don’t know what to say!

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