Day: October 23, 2018

*ADULT CONTENT*
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young orchid fresh-bloomed
engorged with succulence
bursting with life’s urgency
vibrantly seductive

dewy lips of supple petal
lay open in offered sweet delight
velvet pistil of gentle blush
enwrapped in throat of fiery hue

this vision of tender ecstasy
entices with a lilting sway
a fragrance to intoxicate
wafting from the luscious folds

breathing in the rich bouquet
all senses stirred and tantalized
my eyes embrace this visage rare
pleasured in the heady moment

captive by such vital beauty
consumed one savors fully
exquisitely delicious
this tender bud full bloomed

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rob kistner © 2018
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“original 2009 version”

Young Orchid

young orchid
fresh-bloomed

engorged

bursting with life’s urgency
vibrant and seductive

dewy lips of supple petal
lay tender open

a velvet pistil of gentle blush
enwrapped in a throat of fiery hue

so exhilarating
enticing
as it lilts and sways

a fragrance that intoxicates
wafts from sensuous folds

the lush bouquet
tantalizes

eyes embrace the vision rare
as senses stir
pleasured
in this heady moment

captive by such vital beauty
consumed
one savors slowly

exquisitely delicious
this tender bud
full bloomed

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rob kistner © 2009

Sad Little Clown

I’m the sad little clown with the frowning face
the round red nose and the great big tear
this meek facade and silly sham
belie the horror that I engineer

life’s dealt me cold my hand is slack
not one queen no king nor ace
so violence now dwells in me
masked behind my woeful face

no one suspects the evil soul
that festers deep in this funny fool
they know not the monster here
my gentle sheen conceals the cruel

they don’t realize a broken heart
a ruined life makes one quite mad
they simply see the pitiful
the painted face that looks so sad

the shaggy coat the baggy pants
the red suspenders the big white glove
they do not know it hides the hand
that choked the life from the one they love

town after town state after state
bodies mount in the circus’s wake
in the dead of night at the dark of moon
in frenzied fever each life I take

each beautiful each innocent
each unaware that they would die
there will be more on the road ahead
one for every tear you made me cry

when the circus comes and the tents go up
the people cheer in each sleepy town
because the poor fools just don’t know
who’s really come is the killer clown

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rob kistner © 2011

beautiful child
such an innocent face
your dreams come from
a dark dark place

you are troubled
by a dark dark vision
fraught with confusion
and indecision

beautiful innocent
free of sin
been playing in daddy’s
shed again

playing with daddy’s
heavy tools
thinking your parents
must be fools

didn’t they know
what was in store
as you carried daddy’s hatchet
out the tool shed door

you stopped the barking
but were never thanked
now that damned dog’s quiet
but you got spankec

bad dog bad dog
is all you said
as you swung the hatchet
and chopped its head

now you’re in trouble
being punished here
but not for long
on this you’re clear

you got the hammer
from the old tool shed
and mom and daddy’s
asleep in bed

draggin’ that hammer
‘cross the room you creep
while mom and daddy
remain fast asleep

now climb up quietly
so the bed don’t shake
so mom and daddy
don’t come awake

and like the voice
in your vision said
you bash in
mom and daddy’s head

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rob kistner © 2018