No No Nonette - May Line by Line Challenge - 9 line poems

Past Midnight

Alabaster skin of some forgotten coffee
reflects the invisible cloak of a Black Moon.
The Silence of Midnight hypertrophies.
As John has chosen to bring an end to this life,
haunted dreams of swinging whips will come all too soon.
The mirror is dead on the dark night's knife
cutting the ropes in The Does' cotton pickers barn.
Close to Ojwang's Rebirth, to the starless night's tune,
the blade cracks on the final thread of yarn.
 
Nine lines refrain

First, she's turned down the stereo
playing Roxette's Joyride
but suddenly a rodeo
under the blue moonlight
Nine Inch Nails' Song makes her go wild
screaming out loud, think she's defiled
Nine Inch Nails' Song
Nine Inch Nails' Song
should be about this flower child.

As she cranks up the radio
heads around start spinning
like a twin-speed dynamo
in the dark you can see grinning
nine inch tails long to be exposed
by hands working in the shadows
nine inch tails long
nine inch tails long
will end up some place no one knows.

Full speed ahead into the show
car windows start to mist
from both sides men on the meadow
each one with a full fist
fine pinch male's thong made of bright red
catches her eye and turns her head
fine pinch male's thong
fine pinch male's thong
should have been my first choice instead.
 
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Besbre Balassi

when down by the river
where she starts to quiver
with memories of days gone
it's never about me
inside I know that she
is still in love with St John
that one day dove into
the stream that's out of view
to her loft in the Bourgogne
 
Clouded Pleiades (single's septet, couple's couplet)

Cécile lounging on Marc's loveseat
considers a little play to shorten the wait.
Curious if he will find out where her fingers lingered,
curtaining her eyes she starts to shift, reach and twist.
Curves and clearances Marc always missed to cherish,
caves and hills he never fails to fill with his presence
culminating on her eyelids that shut when she's close.
The promising scent calls him near,
"Dip in your nose, my dear."
 
Noseful of Novelinee

The skin-hair-raising sensation comes near
myself somewhere behind the blindfold's bound
some dirty words whispered into your ear
a drop of spittle rolling down your mound
spreading some oil from tiny glass cases
stopping, until you promise to be mine
red hot breath ignites all the right places
as fingers start working your shoulder line.
Finally, my eyes running down your spine.

Finally, my tongue running down your spine
dances along the stream, from bank to bank,
nerves discharge their message, "Oh, devine,"
splitting the globes you'd always thought were swank.
Around the abyss full of mystery,
a deep ocean of secrets, you've made clear.
Lips find lips that went down in history
till I can feel, better than I can hear,
the sin-lair-raiding sensation is here.
 
Up and Down

Of course, I've heard about office affairs
but as shy as I am, I'd never could
lean over their desk and simply request
a sudden tryst on the copy machine.
Instead I mate in the elavator
reflection, with a safe distance between
me and them, leaving at my floor unstressed.
Today someone joined where he never should.
Tomorrow morning, I'll go up the stairs.
 
The sun
rises too soon
as summer solstice approaches
noisy grackles in fence line cedars
feed their needy nestlings insect delights
a warm breeze stirs bedroom curtains
she moans as velvet tongue
laps cream filled
pussy​
 
A witch's twist of Novelinee

One day we ended with a big blunder
while french kissing without stopping
nextdoor's witches went for shopping
I missed that dark omen
by the spell you had me under
and the curtains open
like pleading for some ear's entrance
had them listen to your sentence
you wished, "This moment might last forever."

I know these moments won't last, do never
till then, and on and on again
we caught ourselves in the sweet pain
of french kissing, fondling
non-stop foreplay endeavor
lusting just for one thing
done in certain circumstances
but relief was without chances
the nextdoor's witches were the slow burn kind.

Next next door which is where a mastermind
lived and mostly loved a french maid
kisses what she asked to be paid
but all he was able
same white ink a contract was signed
last year on that table
where the youngest witch, sixty-three
coming, fell from and broke her knee
dripping body fluid on that paper.

Sticking body fluids turned to vapor
when words were altered in anger
"I curse you to disappoint her."
We, desperate to come
suddenly knew how to pay for
of course, with a foursome!
Kisses shared, and sperm injected...
...today the doctor detected
One day we'll enjoy a little wonder.
 
Magnetic

Oh yes I love you. I have no doubt
of this attraction that we two share.
Come hither our words call. Play. Come out.
Bring your desire. Dance if you dare.
Savor the roles we play on this stage,
show our wild dreams here in plain sight,
but take steps back after we engage
to consider all that could or might
and let fancies fade back into night.
 
Magical

No passage from yours to this heart
we're snowed in by heaps of silence
caught up in an emotional blizzard
and no prospect of a climate change,
but something we both don't want to discard.
Yes, we've heard about thimblerigs
but here we sit before a mighty wizard
that rings our bells and sounds the sirens
and if by magic we finally face and kiss hard.
 
West Coast Trail First Night

Quiet, but for the steady
murmur of waves along
an obsidian beach.
Remnants of an ocean storm,
somewhere between
here and Japan.
Sometime between
Passé Imparfait et
Plus-que-parfait.
 
sun powered streaming service on streamlined supersonic jets

The Gremlin's tape deck finds every bump hole
just like that forty ton truck in the dirt track road
Working In The Coal Mine
they don't do this anymore
The Blues Brothers only meet The Soul Sisters
down this way where no SUV wants to go
they don't do this anymore
foggy windowed swinging cars along the banquette
they don't do this anymore
 
Subliminal

I wasn't sure about the tattoos
until she turned over
and that intricate little net of ink
just above her ass came into view.

I don't know why, but it seemed like

a neon sign flashing "Fuck me"
at an iterative thrusting interval,
and as I am a slave to advertising,
I proceeded to do and do and do as I was told.
 
Christmas gift

I shopped too early,
found better gifts
but passed by

knowing my pockets
no longer jingled
and you would never know

something better
never was because
I shopped too early.
 
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