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Two-tailed Tawse
Your wish is my command:
I will grip
my two-tailed tawse
within an inch of my gloved appendage
& your exposed up-turned posterior
& I will
control
/
suspend
\
switch
/
strap
\
slap
/
you into submission
& you will obey
my iron clad mind
will thrash you within
your wildest dreams whetting
only my appetite for your pleasure
& pain
those looks will not go unpunished
you want me to break down your defences?
I will break down your defences
you will not look me in the eyes
you will not touch any part of me
you will not soil in my presence
you will obey my every command
& you will cry like a baby
& beg for my forgiveness when you fail
© Copyright 2010 Jodine Derena Butler. All Rights Reserved
I Can’t Wait
I can’t wait
to get you
where I want
you to be:
on your back
with your hands
tied & your
legs spread
eagle,
blindfolded
so I can look
at you with
reckless
abandon
& you can’t
do a damn thing
about it
I will take
what is mine
& have my way
& fuck you
till I am
spent
& you are
left wondering
what day
of the week it is
& whether or not
the wet patch
is on your side
of the bed
or mine
© Copyright 2010 Jodine Derena Butler. All Rights Reserved
Creeping Creativity
Creativity creeps
under my skin
in an almost
random fashion
except for those
side steps
opening up doors
into nooks & crannies
filled with
Magenta &
Pthalo Blue
Gesso plastered
canvas tarps
fill in my gaps
so nothing that
isn’t meant to
be there
can infiltrate
or seep
or overflow
its boundaries
I determine
every brush
& stroke
& all deliberate acts
twist into
congealed
afterthoughts
It’s like watching
words escape
from silent mouths
in silent Black
& White movies:
each shade
of imaginary sound
is transformed
into translucent
Reds & Yellows
A diadem of jewels
to gush over
& revel in
its magnificence
with every
new idea
© Copyright 2010 Jodine Derena Butler. All Rights Reserved
Iron Lung (Ode to Cigarette Withdrawal) by Jodine Derena Butler
Anticipation builds
an iron lung
the sweet desire
for oral pleasure
still lingers
on my
lips
/
one last
taste
lick
fix
she slips
into something
warm & inviting
& I watch him
slowly undress
before raising his shaft
can I have one?
her voice
pleading desperado
she assumes the position
& I am sucked right in
he gestures
she folds, rolls
& sets her fire to smoulder
her submission
concluded
his mission
accomplished
together we watch
the world burn
© Copyright 2010 Jodine Derena Butler. All Rights Reserved
Fey by Jodine Derena Butler
An emotional midget lives inside my fettered mind.
The sprite kind, green as the Irish
young, like Danu’s children dancing,
invisible to most save Fey. She is gullible,
easy prey for those with nothing better to do -
they say opposites attract: I am like rat bait.
She is not quite right in the head my sprite
but don’t get me wrong,
she might have a little hunch in her brain stem,
and walk around muttering under her breath,
but she is conjuring up Narcissus
in an attempt to fill up the holes in her white tunic.
How she came to be this way is a long story,
suffice to say that public humiliation is akin to Oedipus Complex
with a tiny bit of Penis Envy on the side;
there is nothing quite like having an orgasm at someone else’s expense.
If you are a man, well I guess you just grew a little taller,
women, maybe just a little bit smarter.
My sprite has been known to feign a smile.
Rather than cower in the corner, she has worn patches.
I heard this one woman say she would never
have plastic surgery on her face, in male company of course,
then make an appointment to have her breasts enlarged
and the bags under her eyes lifted.
I wear my heart on my sleeve most days melancholy.
She plays while listening to The Pied Piper
watching hoards of people leave single file.
Emotionally speaking, she is not known to accurately sift thoughts;
binge eating her way into the Guinness Book of World Records,
one defiant leap of blind faith at a time.
My wee lass likes to be alone, but craves
the company of others so she doesn’t have to hide.
Once upon a time there was no such thing as social isolation,
the preferred title was Witch rather than loony toon.
She thinks too much, trying in vain failing miserably in the eyes;
second sight may as well be as viable as the second coming.
In my mind, my confused emotional midget state of a mind,
I am wondering where she has been and where I am going.
Most days I re-live the past with distorted accuracy
and stare into the wide blue yonder sitting on my desktop.
She looks out on to a Google landscape, straining
I can’t see the wood for the spam.
© Copyright 2010 Jodine Derena Butler. All Rights Reserved
I Found My Heart by Jodine Derena Butler
I found my heart
on the borderline
of too late
and paper thin -
© Copyright 2009 Jodine Derena Butler. All Rights Reserved
Lady of the Night (Redlight Series)
Your wish is my command
I will push back and pull forward
confronting your senses while tearing apart my own
I perform admirably
I hold my head up in the face
there’s only one thing on my mind,
no monthly specials here
no flat ‘on my back’ rate either!
I’m a bargain in the first place, comparatively
they should be so lucky
no chance of getting bored,
I re-invent events
creatively juicy and spicy hot with a side of lies
the blood never drains nor loses its metallic colour
and the well will never dry with KY,
spread from arsehole to breakfast like _______
Class?
I got class, my website deems it so
“It would be my absolute pleasure to welcome you into my
wonderful world, filled with all things naughty and nice.”
oh make me over, please!
I lie
on my back, my side, my stomach and my face is covered
69 divine and women line up!
I’m not exclusive… smile ; )
sad and lonely is universally applied, like my eyeliner
smudged and blurred
obscured from most
I provide a service, the hostess with the most(est)
and fine wine will have you spellbound!
they line up
I spread em’
in a downtown apartment with a sea view
on Fur-Lined avenue – not!
my un-inhibited wide-on, exhibited
and the 26th floor, awaits you but
I am not for free
never for free
I am a Lady of the Night
who shines in the face of adversity
with trust issues and insecurities like the rest of us
I am not blinded by earthly needs by fools
I wake up,
I put on my make-up
I dance to my own tune
and pay the bills
© 2007 Jodine Derena Butler. All Rights Reserved
Sleeping Beauty Left on Plane – by Jerry Ratch
Sleeping Beauty was left sleeping on a plane
They tried to wake her but couldn’t
so they locked her in for the night
When she got up in the middle of the night
she was completely disoriented
and staggered up the aisle to the bathroom
to take a pee in a tiny little closet
“Where am I?” she kept whining “Where am I?”
Ordinarily Sleeping Beauty did not whine
so you can understand how extraordinary
the circumstances
After finding herself locked in the plane
she sat down in the pilot’s seat
and began pushing buttons and fondling
the controls
Suddenly the engines fired up
She taxied that puppy out onto the runway
and radioed the control tower
“Control Tower? This is Sleeping Beauty.
Permission to take off?”
“Yeah, right,” was all they said from the tower
They were smoking a giant doobie
because it was the middle of the night
and it seemed like the planet had stopped spinning
Also they thought someone was joking
until Sleeping Beauty powered up and took off
“Okay, May Day, May Day, we got Sleeping Beauty
circling over Manhattan and don’t know
how to get her down! May Day! May Day!”
“Tell her to splash down in the Hudson River,”
said an unknown voice over the intercom
probably her handsome prince in a rowboat below
“It’s been done before. Don’t worry. Piece of cake.
But next time watch out for the Magic Geese.”
–
copyright © 2010 by Jerry Ratch
