"A Gentle Afternoon of Tea and Karaoke in Her Studio"

DaddyO's BDSM

by DaddyO


One must keep his voice in tune
So a hot drink one cold afternoon
Was exactly what I carnally craved
Then she opened the door in her negligee
And lead me to her backroom cafe
So aromatic I wanted to stay
For she soothed like muted oolong tea
So sexy and smooth going down I see
And hear and feel every sense
Of her body's mood so taught and tense
It drew me just below her waist
To drink the corporeal taste
She's fully steeped so I sipped real slow
All she exudes from down below
Yes it was I who crawled into her bed
Without further adieu she said
"Right here my dear where you belong"
I tuned the knob to sing our song
The choruses and instrumental breaks
Played through each flawless mistake
Belting out from underneath
Passing 'tween my tongue and teeth
I hummed and moaned and sang the verse
See this is how we best conversed
She turned and twitched at my rhythmic pace
Wide open to my smiling face
Our lips so wet my beard was soaking
Singing cunnalingus karaoke

Author's Notes/Comments: 

2017, for Kat

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All the Best Poets Sit in the Smoking Section:01



Anandi’s ‘Tainted Love’ plays.

Opening credits roll.

A 1989 FORD FIESTA pulls out of the parking lot of RASCAL’S NIGHTCLUB and follows the streets through Northeast Portland to PANCAKE HUT.  

I don’t know how to feel.  I mean, I have feelings.  I am not a heartless beast.  But what I mean is there are just too many conflicting feelings to choose from tonight.  John and I are heading to Pancake Hut from Rascals nightclub.  Rascals doesn’t know if it wants to be a dance club or a dive bar.  I don’t know the difference.  See, I don’t drink much; don’t smoke at all.  Tonight I had my girlfriend Julie with me.  Strike that.  I guess she’s my ex-girlfriend now.  John and I were talking sports.  Next thing ya know, Julie is gone.  It really seemed to happen that fast.  

JOHN’S FORD FIESTA pulls into the Pancake Hut parking lot.

So Pancake Hut is an Oregon landmark, with three restaurants in Portland, one in St. Johns, and a couple in Boring and Milwaukie.  The staff dresses in short brown bell skirts and tight white blouses… unless you happen to work during the day, where your gender allows you the freedom to wear Autumn Dockers and a white dress shirt.
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"Alyson's Galaxy"

by Jeph Johnson 

Her lips, a painted-heart-Valentine

echoing with smiles
parting for her voice to dance

up and down the aisles.

We make-believe our stardom

but music can't pretend,
it demonstrates the beauty of song

by way of Alyson.

With passionate precision

she makes the song her own,
enunciating word for word

into the microphone.

Perfume floats through smoky air,

her eyes close to the crowd
while she transforms the Galaxy

into a single sound.

Astonished awes of silence,

suspending bar room noise...
the single sound of elegance

that is known as her voice.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

2001, for Alyson who sings karaoke in a smoky bar called the Galaxy

(published in 2004 as "Alison's Galaxy") 

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