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Devil Girl Diaries 6 – (Where Did She Go)
Every man has that one unforgettable woman that will haunt him until his final day; the girl that got away. Allie detested television, vanilla ice cream, and missionary. She explored the depths of her sexuality; while I discovered the heights of my pain. My muse had a nickname. I called her Devil Girl. I write these words to ease my sorrows. My name is Andrew.
This is our story.
the moving train rocked gently
Devil Girl moved back and forth
against the groin that pressed her bottom
causing a smile on construction workers face
I had enough of watching
muscle man and my Allie
do the subterranean lambada
the train pulled into the station
perfect time to move toward them
the doors opened
an elderly woman boarded
I slowly helped her to the nearest seat
my gaze returned to Allie
she was gone
my eyes darted from left to right
pushed through the crowded subway car
where could she be
the train door shut
my heart resembled jungle drums
I glanced out the window
there she was
talking to the construction brute
smiling at his words
nodding as he spoke
her skirt lifting in the air
the train pulled out of the station
into the dark tunnel
You hurt me Devil Girl
You know the drill; to be continued.
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Bridge of Broken Dreams
This simple verse is for an unnamed blogger friend dealing with lost love.
Bridge of Broken Dreams
Going to the Bridge of Broken Dreams
to dump your caresses in the river
cause it’s so painful to remember
how easily you forgot me
On a mountain I’ll dig the deepest grave
for the crate of empty vows you made
perhaps for you they meant nothing
so buried treasures they’ll be
On the highest cliff I will be standing
When my heart and I finally agree
To toss your photos in the ocean
’til currents drown your memory
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Devil Girl Diaries 5 – (Subway Surprise)
Every man has that one unforgettable woman that will haunt him until his final day; the girl that got away. Allie detested television, vanilla ice cream, and missionary. She explored the depths of her sexuality; while I discovered the heights of my pain. My muse had a nickname. I called her Devil Girl. I write these words to ease my sorrows. My name is Andrew.
This is our story.
the 1 train pulled into the station
bringing a wind with it
lifting Devil Girl’s skirt to heaven
exposing her bare derrière
sending my poor heart to hell
so much for the shy girl next door
Allie boarded the train
followed by a horde of men
I entered through another door
she clutched a metal bar
a construction worker stood behind her
she pressed her butt into his groin
his face reacted with surprise
the gentle rocking of the train
did the rest
breathless, angry, confused
I wanted to rip them apart
yet, I wanted to see more
what was wrong with me
she looked over her shoulder
at the brute behind her
he moved closer to her
pushing against her white skirt
rubbing himself against my Allie
I had to stop it
my feet refused to move
my aroused groin betrayed me
what the…..
oh you confuse me Devil Girl
You already know the drill, to be continued.
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Jessie
Normally, I try to post a poem on Thursday, however due to the holiday, I will post one today.
Jessie
They buried Jessie’s older brother today
he just finished turning five
she never had a toy, tv, or internet
yet she’s grateful to be alive
her brother taught her one through ten
by counting her fragile ribs
now she smiles when her stomach growls
as Mama feeds the newborn in the crib
Jessie runs barefoot down a dirt road
in a tattered dress of white
with baby fed, Mama has only one concern
will Jessie eat tonight
According to the United Nations World Food Programme statistics, approximately 3.1 million children under the age of five die each year from hunger or poor nutrition.
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Devil Girl Diaries 3 – (Pandora)
Every man has that one unforgettable woman that will haunt him until his final day; the girl that got away. Allie detested television, vanilla ice cream, and missionary. She explored the depths of her sexuality; while I discovered the heights of my pain. My muse had a nickname. I called her Devil Girl. I write these words to ease my sorrows. My name is Andrew.
This is our story.
shirtless in Allie’s bed
Pandora kissed my broad chest
her hands undid my jeans
my desires slowly got the best of me
how could I be doing this?
Pandora freed me from my denim shackles
clutching me as if she won a proud trophy
she looked back at a dark corner
you didn’t warn me she sighed
a mischievous giggle escaped the darkness
reminding me Allie was there
before I could protest
a warm accomodating mouth devoured me
I moaned, trembled, stroked Pandora’s mane
pushed back on the bed my passions rose
fours hands and two mouths explored me
teasing, caressing, pleasing
Allie is this what you want?
she smiled and whispered
yes, I am your Devil Girl
I coupled with Pandora
hours later exhaustion got the best of me
resting between two sleeping sirens
voluptuous Pandora on my right
Allie in fetal position to my left
I recalled my Christian beliefs
and sighed
what have you done to me Devil Girl
Happy Saturday. More next week.
x
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Dark Paradise
A tropical paradise plagued by power outages.
A serial killer strikes when the lights go out.
An American cop too proud to admit he is afraid of the dark.
Raised in an orphanage, Mike Archer often found himself locked in a dark closet. Thirty years later he chased a drug lord into a dark alley and barely survived a bloody ambush. One year and four gunshot wounds later, he is hired by a friend to stop “El Diablo,” (the Devil) a serial killer responsible for the deaths of nine teens. Can Archer venture into the darkness?
To stop the devil, Michael Archer must overcome the demons within himself.
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Paradox
On the two year anniversary of Lisa’s disappearance, Detective Jake Cross vows to quit the force to find his missing wife. Hours later, a devastating alien invasion reduces Earth to ashes. Jake awakens in a strange hospital where a secret message on a paper cup advises him, “They are watching.” Thus begins his journey through an alien controlled Earth.
Seven billion dead, yet his heart only mourns for one. Jake joins forces with the last human colony, a somber community reeking of death. Battle weary survivors wander the underground city, their eyes devoid of hope. The humans have food, medicine, and ammunition to survive another week. Anointed the Great Liberator, our last hope, Jake is advised, “Our destiny is decided by the sacrifices that we make and the ones that we don’t.” The reluctant detective rejects his fate until he learns of his wife’s capture and impending execution.
In a deadly race against time, he leads the survivors to the alien metropolis to fight mutating aliens with futuristic weapons, unmanned flying motorcycles, hormone injected canines, and an evil as infinite as time. Mabus, the ruthless alien leader will not rest until every human has been exterminated. Jake must kill this immortal enemy to stave off his wife’s death sentence, but how can he be expected to defeat a God when thousands have already failed?
With time running out, Jake confronts the ultimate sacrifice, rescue his wife or prevent our extinction.
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How Do You Get In The Mood (To Write)?
How do you get in the mood?
No perverts and pervettes; I meant in the mood to write. (Please note: Any ladies wishing to discuss mood setting in non writing topics, please write via my Contact Me). Enough already.
Odd puppy that he is, Lonely Author has changed in his ability to write. Used to be I needed total silence. Now, I can write in the epicenter of a storm. (Still need to edit in total silence). For certain chapters (or scenes for my screenplays) I seek mood setting places.
For romantic scenes, I dim the lights and listen to soft jazz (Kenny G.) or love songs (Waiting For A Girl Like You, Lady In Red, My Heart Will Go On, and many others). When I want to write about an alluring woman, I begin with Frank Sinatra’s “The Way You Look Tonight.”
For dark moments I seek solitude. I once wrote a dark chapter locked in a closet. I exited sweaty, tearing, and exhausted. But the chapter had the mood I wanted to convey.
Dark Paradise, my novel waiting to be transferred from hand written notebooks to computer, written by candle light. While on a month vacation in the Dominican Republic (an island that suffers from power outages), I received the inspiration for a novel based on a serial killer who strikes when the lights go out and an American cop hired to stop him. The cop obviously, has one phobia – he is too proud to admit he is afraid of the dark.
I penned half of the book by candle light, setting the mood within myself.
How do you get in the mood to write?
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Devil Girl Diaries
Devil Girl Diaries
Every man has that one unforgettable female that will haunt him until the end of time; the chick that got away. Allie detested television, vanilla ice cream, and missionary. My muse had a nickname. Devil Girl I called her. My name is Andrew. This is our story.
Determined to explore the depths of sexuality
Devil Girl took me to heights I had never known
our exploits began on a sunny day at a mall
returning from the ladies room
she jammed her wet red thong in my hand
the act left me trembling like a frightened deer
her short skirt threatened to expose
the sweet treasure I refused to share
the image of her bare ass caught my breath
teasing, taunting, and provoking me
she strutted away in high heels
intoxicated by her swaying skirt
my heart pounded against my ribs
devoid of saliva thirst overwhelmed me
Devil girl slinked into the food court
sat across a ravenous construction crew
before I could beg my nymph to stop
her beautiful pale legs parted slightly
exposing the paradise that was only mine
my life would never be the same
More Devil Girl Diaries next Saturday
The Lonely Author 