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.

 

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

                    beating

but not for you

          not for you

            ;not for you

cause

you don't deserve

you don't deserve

you don't deserve

my honest outlaw broken heart

cause

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