The Kiss... Warning: Explicit Content

penelopecarax

[FONT=&quot][/FONT]After the p [FONT=&quot]ositive reviews [/FONT] [FONT=&quot]of my first tw[/FONT] [FONT=&quot]o p[/FONT] [FONT=&quot]ost, well I th[/FONT] [FONT=&quot]ought I'd j[/FONT] [FONT=&quot]olly well g[/FONT] [FONT=&quot]o and p[/FONT] [FONT=&quot]ost an[/FONT] [FONT=&quot]other. This is a l[/FONT] [FONT=&quot]ot darker. It is the sec[/FONT] [FONT=&quot]o[/FONT][FONT=&quot]nd st[/FONT] [FONT=&quot]ory I ever finished, and I[/FONT] [FONT=&quot][/FONT][FONT=&quot] was trying t[/FONT] [FONT=&quot]o d[/FONT] [FONT=&quot]o s[/FONT] [FONT=&quot]omething a little different t[/FONT] [FONT=&quot]o my usual style, but I'm n[/FONT] [FONT=&quot]ot entirely sure [/FONT] [FONT=&quot]of what I acheived. There is an[/FONT][FONT=&quot]other versi[/FONT][FONT=&quot]on [/FONT][FONT=&quot]of this, but it is a l[/FONT][FONT=&quot]ot m[/FONT][FONT=&quot]ore cha[/FONT][FONT=&quot]otic and pr[/FONT][FONT=&quot]obably [/FONT][FONT=&quot]over-dramatised.[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]Anyh[/FONT] [FONT=&quot]o[/FONT] [FONT=&quot]o... I'll leave it up t[/FONT] [FONT=&quot]o y[/FONT] [FONT=&quot]ou t[/FONT] [FONT=&quot]o decide... Penel[/FONT] [FONT=&quot]ope xx

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[FONT=&quot]The Kiss[/FONT]
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[/FONT] You are crouched in front of me, balancing your hand upon my knees for support. I always wondered how you did that - only your toes touching the pavement - folded and floating. Surely it must ache? You brush unwashed strands of hair from my face and peer into me, trying read my mind, but carefully avoiding the corners; my unfaithful answer cowering there. (nononono) The grime of the pavement is seeping into my jeans, into my skin, but only the rain water, not the dirt. That will gather upon you.

You look up at me through elongated shadow-lashes netted in the bluecastcold dark.
Don't look, don't throw your one blue eye, one socket upon me.
Your eyes have finished their scan of my own, and have chosen not to see my answer. (nononono) All I see of you is one blue eye, and the cheekbone below; jaundiced in the amber light.
Your mouth, I can't see your mouth. I can't see your lips as you form the words, but your black mouth tells me again and again, the last time, the only time, necessity, we, us, ourselves.

He is already here, the one you will choose. He stumbles forwards in a nebula of stagnant Tennents and Malboros, tugging at his crotch. Finally, he succeeds in letting forth a trickle of steaming, acrid urine down the side of the edifice opposite. He hears us and turns his ruddy face in our direction, leering. His nicotine stained teeth glisten with saliva in the lamp light. How, how will you stand there, face to face with this man, and have his putrid breath cast waves across you. How will you place your hands out and up towards him without the quiver of revulsion quickening your pulse, and glancing shadows across your street lit face?
He leans back, lurching slightly, spilling golden drops onto the lips of his scuffed sneakers.

You take your hot hand from my cheek, and push yourself up from my knees. I say nothing, but know you can see my answer (nononono) hanging between us. Without a look back, you start across the street. Your walk wears a slant that I have never seen before, but I recognise from the other girls who strut these parts, in the late night. Your body is a pout: slouched shoulders, hands in pockets, buttocks shimmying.

I can't watch. Can't see you perform in a play that I know you have acted out more than a hundred times; I turn my face, numb against the wall and feel the rough cement make indentations in my cheek.

Your muffled silence, I can't bear to hear it, and I turn to look at you, already knelt down; genuflected towards his crotch. Only the back of your head and your bouncing ponytail are visible.
Oh god, oh thank god I can't see her face, her face full of this man, this throbbing beast.
But I see his face in the electric haze, raised towards mine, staring blindly, lost in the milky white heat of ecstasy.
How dare you, how dare you look at me, how dare you search out another woman in the dark when she is beneath you.
He doesn't see me, but a girl, hunched on the pavement, one of a hundred pleasuring sirens. But our eyes. He will never see our eyes. Your eyes heavy with the weight of the city of experience lying on your lids.

Moments later your head is bobbing and ducking to his grunting rhythm, playing to the beat of the man; to the thick clutch of his hand in your hair, pulling and pushing, until you are choked of air it, but in seconds it is over, and you are stumbling towards me with the banknote grasped in your hand.

Any sign of your strut is gone - the play is over and you are back with me. But changed, and as you throw yourself towards me, sad and tired. I draw back. I can't touch you: you reek of hops, tobacco and the oldest vice. How can I take you in my arms after this? What have you done? How can I smooth the whisps in your hair that were pulled to his pleasure by dirty fingers? Your face is lowered, and still, I can’t see your eyes.

But I know what you need, and what I must do for you, for us, for the new power you hold in your clammy palm. I take you in my arms, and like the notes in your hand, you crumple. You look up at me and I see your blue eyes, both of them, and in them, see you all. I know what I must do for you, for us. So I kiss you, and fill your mouth with mine, to taste what you have tasted when no one else will.
Lips for sucking not for puckering
At last I feel the weight of the city rising from your shoulders, so I kiss you again (and I love you).

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who what when

Wow. I dont really know what to say about the content but the writing is incredible. The emotion is unbelievable.

reality

It's a bit full on considereing there's no age limit on this forum!! I think it's good in spite of the unsavoury subject matter. Heavier than I expected for on here, but heck, I guess if you're gonna post a bit of grit, it may as well be interesting, well written grit :S

penelopecarax

Uh [FONT=&quot]oh... I'm n[/FONT] [FONT=&quot]ot g[/FONT] [FONT=&quot]oing t[/FONT] [FONT=&quot]o get myself banned am I?[/FONT][FONT=&quot][/FONT][FONT=&quot][/FONT]

reality

Lol, I dunno - can't say I've read the charter!

who what when

No dont worry the obscurity is enough of an age limit

Sarky

reality wrote: »

Lol, I dunno - can't say I've read the charter!

Read it before you post another word, please.

OP, you put a warning in the title, that should do.

Klingon Hamlet

Wow that's really powerful stuff:eek: Really vivid, really good

Wantobe

One of the best things I've read here. Really excellent. Definitely publishable material, I would have thought- although you might struggle to find the right vehicle. You are very talented.

geuro

second post i've read from you, again, I love it

Antilles

penelopecarax wrote: »

Uh [FONT=&quot]oh... I'm n[/FONT] [FONT=&quot]ot g[/FONT] [FONT=&quot]oing t[/FONT] [FONT=&quot]o get myself banned am I?[/FONT][FONT=&quot][/FONT][FONT=&quot][/FONT]

Not as good as "Do The Twist," in my opinion, but that one really sang to me so it'll be tough to beat. Great work again, though - keep it up!

hyperone

Fantastic and so was the twist. You do have a talent, keep writing more and more!

fisgon

Your body is a pout.

I haven't had time to read it all properly, (I will do) but I like the line