Fast paced snap whir
I move as you direct, feeding on your attention
– held hard in check
behind that impossible cock of a lens.
Long and thick and dauntingly heavy.
Feeding too on your pornstar voice, urging me to think of tentacles.
You know damn well its not tentacles I’m craving –
but rather the lens flare of your attention
rocketing through my core…
The original main photo was overexposed, but it captures something of the sense of interactive mischief that is building as our creative partnership and my own kinky self awareness develops. Therefore, given the title of the poem, and the prompt for this week, I thought some ipiccy filters might enhance the concept. I also like the idea that the photos could have been taken in the seventies, they have a similar feel to many of my old photographs…
Unrequited lust can make you miserable, especially if you don’t discuss it. In the 1980’s I had a very bad unexpressed case of it, only resolved by the embarrassing intervention of my housemate. The intervention broke the stalemate but killed the vibration. Still it freed me to move on to new and better things…
Unrequited lust can make you miserable, but it can also be a topic for frank discussion and the creation of a deliciously naughty collaborative energy.
No misery here…
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