She Arose

 

Chuck

She, born not of his rib

Arose

Not by temple decree, nor governance of man

She arose

In glorious day, and frigid night

Resplendent with delight

She arose

Between your legs, and over your sleeping form

She arose

Like the night wind, and the howling sea

By degrees, and labeled in insanity

She arose

Against the ether

Against the tide

Bound, gagged, and barbarically plied

She arose

By halter, goad and whip

And into every nightmare slipped

She arose

By dead of night, by winsome

Flight

By your every last delight

She arose.

 

La Fée

 

©  Odyne La Fée 2018

Wild Ocean Tides

Wild Ocean Tides

A sweet embrace is a hollow grave

it’s something darker that I crave

Dead already, I can hardly feel

I need magic to spin, and make me reel

I need the shadows in your eyes

I need, and want you in every guise

So turn off that preacher, we know he lied

Turn off that politician and his fetishes decried

I want your demons, and the secrets they hold

I want your passions, both dangerous and bold

I need to have you, just as I please

So I’ll drag you out to violent seas

where you can rip, and tear, and beat your wings

until shaking and quaking your heart sings

On a ship, left adrift, there’s nothing too far

love should be wild and bizarre

But stuck in the harbor, life quickly becomes tragic

So instead, I go in search of your dark of magic

Because wild and unsure, I’ll never be demure

and to ration my passion, well… that would be such an unseemly fashion

So I’ll don the darkness, and all that it hides

out here among the wild ocean tides

 

La Fée

 

©  Odyne La Fée 2018

 

 

Obedience

Obedience

He Craves

A smothering embrace

And every thought my whip can erase

He Hungers

To lose control

To come apart as a whole

He Yearns

For that evil intent

Until every drop of him is spent

He Cries

For sweet release

And to be my final masterpiece

Back arched, knees bent

Forgotten is the rent

Head down, hands barred

His tender flesh forever marred

Stiff neck, aching side

How he loves

Every pleasure he’s denied

 

La Fée

 

©  Odyne La Fée 2018

Caught My Eye

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It’s so very hard to look away

when a man’s masculinity is on display, at play;

a thousand times a day

holding me in sway, until upon him I prey.

Or until another one has me undone,

unsprung, my sharp tongue unwrung.

And suddenly I’m once again chasing the frictions,

of my predilections.

And the inflictions of my indomitable conflictions

have got me dreaming, and scheming,

about a strong man that needs a good reaming;

until mad with desire he finds he’s finally creaming

that seething.

But don’t forget… it’s me that’s still teething.

So soon I’ll find another one, that fits like a glove

all the fantasies I’ve yet to dream of, conceive of.

Could this one be real love,

with his perfect eyes, and tender thighs?  A variety of sighs

he’d realize, if only he’d give in, to my particular brand of sin.

Or until another one’s caught my eye, as he passes on by,

and with a wink, and a slink, and suddenly I can’t think.

And so I follow, and tell him I’ll swallow

all his pretty lies,

with my inglorious cries.

La Fée

 

©  Odyne La Fée 2018

That Midnight Ride

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That midnight ride, out into the country side, when you thought you were all alone, I was there. 

Like that whispered dream at morning’s seam, or that tenderness you could never quite place. 

That gentle gale, that mysterious perfumed inhale, why even that trepidation upon your lips… oh my darling, it was always the ghost of my hips.

How deep in your belly, a bowl full of jelly, whenever you looked upon my face, cuz you knew, deep in your bones, in all those yet unheard moans, I was the one to unravel you. 

My love, mi amore, my ravenous conquistador.

 

La Fée

©  Odyne La Fée 2018

Cricket Song

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By Reprography from art book, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=9423250

I call out your name, but not in despair, never in despair.  For you are my boy of summer, my sunshine, my days of plenty.

No, I cry out your name with all the radiance of a newly-formed star, with all the glory of a Parisian springtime in bloom, with all the reverence the moon holds for the sun, and he too for her in return.

Why, from the tip of my tongue to the back of my throat, you are there, the wind of change and the flame of eternity melding into one.

From the bottom of my soles to the tip of my head, every nerve singing its song of ecstasy and love, crying out your name, for all the world to hear.

La Fée

©  Odyne La Fée 2018

My Greedy Lips

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My greedy lips have devoured you
from tip to toes, and nip to nose
why, my greedy lips, you never could quite oppose
⊗⊗⊗
My needy breath has consumed every drop
of that musty scent of your fear
oh my love, how it made me shiver
whenever it came near
⊗⊗⊗
My seedy need has driven me
to depths I’d never thought to plumb
why it beats like a drum, with a thrum…
my seedy, greedy need, driving you to cum…
La Fée

©  Odyne La Fée 2018

 

The Yearning

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There’s a longing on your lips, that reminds me of home;

but there’s also that reticence, that hesitance, that trembling deep in your bones.

Why, it lingered there at first kiss, and all through pain’s serpentine hiss.

There’s an aching in your belly, twisted up with angry fists,

a fire, an ember, a growing need that’s getting harder to resist.

And then suddenly there’s the quaking, and the shaking, and the god and heaven forsaking,

then a rupture, a fissure – cleaving its way like liquor only quicker.

And your brain is getting thicker

with the longing,

and the aching,

and the mad

and desperate

shaking.

And always the yearning…

the yearning…

the yearning…

 

La Fée

What Pain

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What pain lies beneath

that molten lava twisting in your eyes?

 

What pain is it

that draws from each breath

a cacophony of sighs?

 

What anguish is it

that beckons me like a siren,

pulling me from my icy grave,

my upturned stone,

my pirate enclave?

 

Why must I crawl out upon this land,

some terrible plight,

some heinous rite?

Or is it just a man who’s forgotten how to stand?

 

Why now, crippled in pain, do you come

upon your knees,

if not to cauterize a wound that’s begun to rot,

if not to once more see the man

the world forgot?

 

La Fée

Draw From You

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Sucked, like venom from a wound,
I draw from you
the rage you’ve worn like skin.
And oh, hasn’t it chafed until
you couldn’t possibly let anyone in.
Finger-tip to finger-tip
I breathe it all in,
the dust, the rust, the
anger
compelling you to combust;
until without a shell,
without that pre-supposed hell…
you’re all shiny and new.
How long since you met you?
And still I suck, drawing poison from a well…
all those morals and judgements
that lined your prison cell.
Isn’t it time your false idols fell?
What lies beneath is the man I want
to behold,
for
beneath
is a story
begging to be told.

 

La Fée

 

Mount

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He is the unbroken one, the outspoken one,
the oaken one with famine in his eyes;
and how he hates all of the lies, and the shit      
they supply.
A gravity behind the disguise, pulls him towards the sun
where he’ll be undone,
under the gun he cannot run, but falls, falls into a restless wind,
where all thoughts rescind and memories… thinned.
He’s a wanderer, a ponderer, and a lonely launderer of dirty deeds
and darker needs, and yet… all passions sought and bought are eventually sold.
He tells himself he’s not too old, denies it ‘til he’s distraught.
But it’s all been for naught, for it’s he whose been caught.
For the night is fraught for the querulous cowboy,
the envoy,
who can’t seem to enjoy, or employ all the wilder things,
imaginings often brings,
even when his lonely heart sings.

La Fée

I came upon you dreaming

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I came upon you dreaming, yet an angel I am not

so verily I slipped between the sheets to steal  your wayward thoughts

To mine, and mine alone

I made them, and turned them

and watched as they have grown

Oh you sweet, sweet man, how could you ever have known?

I came upon you breathing, that sweet, naked-breath of dawn

so verily I vowed to create a dark and terrible pawn

By tooth, by tongue

by a sinister grace

ounce by ounce my darkness you embraced

But you were naive to think my appetite could ever be outpaced.

So I left you seething, and full of that terrible need

I left you entrenched in that slick and sultry greed

But if you find me

forever

this hunger I’ll feed

La Fée

 

©  Odyne La Fée 2018

of course now you come

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Of course now you come,
high there on your horse.
Its taken you further, further than you ever thought you should go.
Could, of course Could
because that was the way, until it weren’t.
Until someone asked you to stay
Oh way-ward fucking heart… tear me mine, and mine again
and when you whisper… like time caught up in cotton sheets just to make them fine
well, go on and damn these tears of mine that fall,
fall e’er forever for I have erred so many, many times.
And you here now, put nail to coffin,
put pliers to nut.
You my passion, my intersection,
oh… the reception I never did truly trust
and so I did rust here on my dirty little hinges
creaking instead of speaking,
a head outta time.
La Fée
©  Odyne La Fée 2018