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Phone Sex PoetrySaturday, September 26th, 2009 | |
Phone Sex
by Joseph Matuzak
Sending bodies over wire
water removed
broken further than powder
translated into sound
then reconstituted at destination.
Here is a warm leg turned
into inflection, here
an ear described by a sigh.
Fabric rubbing, soft creak,
and romance
is somewhere nearly there
area codes away
twitching through switches
like a snake biting at a chest
then filling your room
like smoke, a proxied body
that would scatter
at your grasp
or even if you exhale
because all that makes it real
is the slick spark
of electricity that runs
with a hoarse whisper
from there to here.
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I’m having a pretty busy weekend despite my Enforced Vacation, which I may go into at a later date. But I wanted to let you know I was thinking about you; and what better way than with a poem about phone sex? Hmmm. I guess this could be akin to phoning it in, except via the net. Typing it in? Would that be better? Am I phoning or typing it in? Ah, what the heck. At least I (with a little help from PQS) found you a good poem to read.
While the poem describes a type of phone sex to which I don’t particularly ascribe, it certainly hits the nail on the head for plenty of others. So enjoy the pretty phrases and rhythms and pacing .. and who knows? You just might have to make that call.
You can read more of Joseph Matuzak’s poetry HERE, and can listen to an interview and more HERE.
xo, Angela
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Cock-Sucking Love Bugs?Saturday, September 19th, 2009 | |
Hey! I didn’t say it. The fellow who typed it into Google’s search engine said it (see red text below). But I sure do wonder what he was specifically trying to hunt down. I dunno. Is there such a thing as a love bug in the animal kingdom? Was he looking for a hot and steamy twist on bestiality? Something like an arthropodous idee fixe? A fetish for romantic vermin that will crawl all over his cock and suck it at the same time?
I haven’t a clue and, quite honestly, I’m not sure I even want to know.
Anyway, as I’ve noted before, I do occasionally gather the initiative to take a look at my website stats. Most of the time, I could care less. I’m a poet at heart — the frippery of data bores me to absolutely no end. Blah, blah, blah, blah. I’ve neither the time nor inclination to extricate, investigate, evaluate or differentiate.
I just don’t see a need to over-complicate this. After all, everything is working just fine the way it is: You find me, I find you, it’s love-at-first-site and we live happily ever after. That is, at least until I kick you to the curb. So … why mess with a good thing?
BUT …
As a RESPONSIBLE business woman I should be paying attention. So once in a blue moon, I take a gander. Which I did. And now I’m done looking for another few months. Or two. Or three. Maybe four or five. What am I going to do with this info? Absolutely nothing. Except let you take a peek, too:
Shocked? Intrigued? Disgusted? All I did was copy and paste. YOU found ME here. I was just blogging away, minding my own business. What a naughty bunch of bad, bad boys you are. Now you’re here and just what am I supposed to do with you? Maybe I should force you to pick something from your own list? Or maybe I should have fudged the list and added things I’d decidedly like you to do. Let me think about that and get back to you.
And for the record, I’m not into bestiality. Particularly of the sort involving creepy-crawly arachnids of an sort. So disgusting. I mean I’m the girl who screams when I see an ants.
Then again, if your into be squashed like a bug …. call me! *wink*
xo, Angela