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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3941 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention The Infidel Lauriette (Laurie Byro) Wind picked up, my cheeks ruddy with wine. Sand blew dunes into swirls, the inside of a nautilus shell. I wanted to travel, to hurry, a storm followed sending scorpions skittering for cover. Women—I had my fill. The last bound my hands with scarves we danced around. Fire flicked up our thighs, me too stupid from stars and wine to realize the cost. I lost a bag of coin for a kiss, my skin throbbed from rabid lips. After I worked loose my hands, released my fingers, I vowed—I’d sleep safe and alone. A storm sought her revenge, sent her pleasure loose. A caftan, beige and voluptuous—I rode in whirling silks. Sand whipped my back. Peace. The Sea. Periwinkle and cornflower. A glittering maid. I reached my sanctuary, saved myself in ocean eyes. I stripped down, dove into her bosom. Jumped into her rescuing embrace. Alas. Another maid. Similar, yet different. I wondered at her tail. Light reflected off incandescent scales, flirted with moonlight. She made me thirst for the sting of the desert. She made me believe in God. |
