Ron Whitehead


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Dangerous Places to Have Sex
in Medieval England
Part 1: The Black Mink Ballet
by Alfred The Great, Wicked Wizard of Words,
for his beautiful Ealhswith
down the stairs she, Ealhswith, comes
skin crawls on the back of my neck
her long hair pulled back in tight knot
turquoise earrings dangle from
her delicate lobes her black mink closes
neck to knees her black boots reflect
bright february midday sun flooding
through tall glass windows
Ealhswith's dark eyes deep undiscovered pools
of still dark water pierce my turquoise
we take each other in when fingers touch
electricity shocks in front of me on my horse
her legs cross and all i see is skin white hot skin
halfway up her thighs her scent teases
senses in large old empty London
theatre we sit on ragged embroidered velvet seats in
left corner of back row The Kama Sutra
is being read, on stage, by 900 year old ancient Tantric Master
author Mallanaga Vatsyayana who traveled from India
to England to introduce it yes it The Kama Sutra to me
yes me young Alfred, some call me Alfred The Great
and while Vatsyayana reads i put my left arm round her shoulders
she, my love Ealhswith, touches my left leg she is inside
next to the wall my right hand touches her
crossed legs she uncrosses opens them
an inch with fingertips i slowly caress
her legs moving higher higher until i find
that under the black mink there is nothing
but the softest skin i've ever touched as Vatsyayana
reads from The Kama Sutra
she unbuttons the black mink as our lips
tongues meet my hand moves up
to her throat i hear the Tantric Master Vatsyayana say
"When the half moons are impressed opposite to each
other, it is called a 'circle'. This mark with the nails is
generally made on the navel, the small cavities about
the buttocks, and on the joints of the thigh."
our breathin grows deeper we take turns pulling sucking
each other's tongues down throats i lick Ealhwsith's
chin cheeks eyes forehead nose and
stick my tongue into her nostrils i lick her ears
pull each one into my mouth run my tongue in
clean her eardrums as my right hand caresses
her nipples breasts moves down her stomach
my left hand pulls black mink off folds it over
the back of her seat my fingernails flow scratching
her head neck shoulders spine squeezing
her lower back kidneys round and round hips
down her crack she raises her left leg so my fingers
can continue and at the first hole i encounter from
behind i pause circling pressing the center as my
right hand moves cross her stomach in and out
her navel through no hair yes she shaves down there i play pulling
labia my lips tongue kiss and lick
her breasts nipples removing traces of salt
from underneath and as Vatsyayana explains the
necessity of clitoral stimulation my hands
my fingers find their way to her wetness while
i pull her left breast deep into my mouth down
my throat my right index finger finds her flushed
clitoris and moves round round back forth up down
as my left hand fingers spread her dripping liquids
all round gently stroking in out both her holes
deeper and deeper exploring touching her inner
world as her breathing quickens i take her right
breast deep into my mouth my throat then while
my hands caress my tongue moves to her
stomach swabs out her navel moving down until
it is licking her clitoris up and down pulling it
in sucking licking fingers deep in her when
Ealhswith whispers in vibrating voice i want you in
my mouth i turn my hand my mouth never
stopping slowly move my feet my legs to
standing position my head between her legs
she undoes my pants pulls them down and
breathing hard rubs both hands under my
shirt round my chest down my back round my
hips between my legs probing my ass takes
me into her mouth but now my neck is about to
break so i slowly walk my feet my legs up the
chair i was sitting in up the wall behind us and
coins dance from my pockets to the floor
making loud clanging noise a few roll on hard dirt to the
front of the theatre stopping at the stage to
support myself i pull my fingers out i drink in
all Ealhswith's dripping flowing licking sucking probing
i drink in her sacred elixirs
with my tongue in 69 yin/yang/ourobouric position
hands on armrests holding me in place in old
London theatre backrow midday february
on the stage ancient Tantric Master Vatsyana reads
"When a man bites a woman forcibly, she should
angrily do the same to him with double force. thus a
'point' should be returned with a 'line of points', and a
'line of points' with a 'broken cloud', and if she be
excessively chafed she should at once begin a love
quarrel with him. At such a time she should take hold
of her lover by the hair, and bend his head down, and
kiss his lower lip, and then, being intoxicated with love,
she should shut her eyes and bite him in various places.
Even by day, and in a place of public resort, when her
lover shows her any mark she may have inflicted on his
body, she should smile at the sight of it, and turning her
face as if she were going to chide him, she should show
him with an angry look the marks on her own body that
have been made by him. thus if men and women act
according to each other's liking, their love for each other
will not be lessened even in one hundred years."
i slip into another place as Ealhswith pulls pulls with her
tongue mouth throat i do the same drinking
her sacred juices her healing waters as she drinks mine i run my
left hand fingers deep inside her vagina and butt
i move my tongue quicker softer pulling her
clitoris in in in and now no talking from Vatsyayana
but music music soft rhythm growing i grow
harder pulsing throbbing as Ealhswith licks my balls
taking each into her mouth licks my ass taking
my cock back in the singing the rhythm grows
a tune a future tune i somehow recognize a swaying dancing beat
her holes are pulsing harder harder she is dripping down
the chair as i walk my tongue mouth back
to her breasts her erect nipples my hands massage
her wet vagina and with shaking knees we stand
she leans on the chair in front i slide in behind and
with a finger run up her throbbing anal orifice my
lingum enters her yoni slow gentle deep faster brutal
pounding pounding and before i move my hands to her waist
to pull push lift her body i thrust she moves
her right hand to her clitoris and takes over her left
hand massaging my balls both of us
breathing hard loud moaning with eyes nearly
blind rocking rolling in our heads i hear a multitude
singing a great dance song fills the theatre as we
sustain climax together with blurred hazy vision i squint
just make out the stage to see buddha jesus mary magdalene lazurus and pan swaying
buddha on pennywhistle jesus at tenor mary magdalene at alto lazurus at bass
and pan on his pan flute and they are furiously passionately playing leading
archangel michael and his choir of angels asylumed souls all
singing sam and dave's hold on i'm comin
copyright (c) 2008 Ron Whitehead
to be read for the first time february 14, 2008, Valentine's Day,
in New York City at The Bowery Poetry Club's
Evening of Medieval Erotic Poetry.
crossing the coal barren wilderness
outlaw broken heart
keeps beating
but not for you (to be recorded, w/music, on new Southside cd)
by ron whitehead
crossing the coal barren wilderness
outlaw broken heart
keeps beating
but not for you
crossing the coal baron wilderness
my outlaw broken heart
keeps beating
but not for you
          not for you
crossing the coal barren coal baron wilderness
my outlaw broken heart
          outlaw broken heart
keeps beating
but not for you
          not for you
            ;not for you
you don't deserve
you don't deserve
you don't deserve
my honest outlaw broken heart
you can't handle
the power the beauty
the brutal honesty
the brutal honesty
the rugged ruggged poemed honesty
of this outlaw's broken heart
this outlaw's broken heart
this Kentucky outlaw's broken heart
keeps beating
keeps beating
but not for you
          not for you
             not for you
Ron Whitehead
copyright (c) 2008 Ron Whitehead

"It's okay to be happy."
His Holiness The Dalai Lama to Ron