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Barbaria1

Barbaria1

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A droplet of blood

Wet and ruddy red
round and pregnant
It clings precariously
to the iron shank
that pierces my wrist

I watch transfixed
as it grows in size
shimmering, trembling
a matter of time
before it drops

A lash rips across
my naked breasts
"Move ye bitch!'
shouts the Roman below
the crowd exalts

I straighten up
struggling, swaying
exerting my all
to stand and gulp
the air of life

Exhausted I fall back
hard against the stipe
shaking the cross
freeing my tenaciously clinging
droplet of blood.

I track its path
as it meanders
ever so slowly
haltingly, distractedly
along my outstretched arm

Disappearing into
the unseen hollow
beneath my shoulder
only to re-emerge
perched at the swell of my breast

My precious droplet
a poignant metaphor
of my waning life
pauses momentarily before
its inexorable descent

Another lash
breaks across my chest
I start in response
swinging out
arching my back

My droplet plunges
speeding deftly
'tween wobbling breasts
streaking a trail
down my sternum

My head lolls forward
casting my eyes
in search of my
precious droplet's
downward progress

Across my flattened
hardened tummy
skirting navel
sloping down
to hirsute mound

Disappearing
lost between
my quaking thighs
my life descends
as darkness folds

Barbaria 2017
 
Barbaria1 said:
A droplet of blood

Wet and ruddy red
round and pregnant
It clings precariously
to the iron shank
that pierces my wrist

I watch transfixed
as it grows in size
shimmering, trembling
a matter of time
before it drops

A lash rips across
my naked breasts
"Move ye bitch!'
shouts the Roman below
the crowd exalts

I straighten up
struggling, swaying
exerting my all
to stand and gulp
the air of life

Exhausted I fall back
hard against the stipe
shaking the cross
freeing my tenaciously clinging
droplet of blood.

I track its path
as it meanders
ever so slowly
haltingly, distractedly
along my outstretched arm

Disappearing into
the unseen hollow
beneath my shoulder
only to re-emerge
perched at the swell of my breast

My precious droplet
a poignant metaphor
of my waning life
pauses momentarily before
its inexorable descent

Another lash
breaks across my chest
I start in response
swinging out
arching my back

My droplet plunges
speeding deftly
'tween wobbling breasts
streaking a trail
down my sternum

My head lolls forward
casting my eyes
in search of my
precious droplet's
downward progress

Across my flattened
hardened tummy
skirting navel
sloping down
to hirsute mound

Disappearing
lost between
my quaking thighs
my life descends
as darkness folds

Barbaria 2017
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Well done...
 
Barbaria1 said:
A droplet of blood

Wet and ruddy red
round and pregnant
It clings precariously
to the iron shank
that pierces my wrist

I watch transfixed
as it grows in size
shimmering, trembling
a matter of time
before it drops

A lash rips across
my naked breasts
"Move ye bitch!'
shouts the Roman below
the crowd exalts

I straighten up
struggling, swaying
exerting my all
to stand and gulp
the air of life

Exhausted I fall back
hard against the stipe
shaking the cross
freeing my tenaciously clinging
droplet of blood.

I track its path
as it meanders
ever so slowly
haltingly, distractedly
along my outstretched arm

Disappearing into
the unseen hollow
beneath my shoulder
only to re-emerge
perched at the swell of my breast

My precious droplet
a poignant metaphor
of my waning life
pauses momentarily before
its inexorable descent

Another lash
breaks across my chest
I start in response
swinging out
arching my back

My droplet plunges
speeding deftly
'tween wobbling breasts
streaking a trail
down my sternum

My head lolls forward
casting my eyes
in search of my
precious droplet's
downward progress

Across my flattened
hardened tummy
skirting navel
sloping down
to hirsute mound

Disappearing
lost between
my quaking thighs
my life descends
as darkness folds

Barbaria 2017
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Bravo!
 
Barbaria1 said:
A droplet of blood

Wet and ruddy red
round and pregnant
It clings precariously
to the iron shank
that pierces my wrist

I watch transfixed
as it grows in size
shimmering, trembling
a matter of time
before it drops

A lash rips across
my naked breasts
"Move ye bitch!'
shouts the Roman below
the crowd exalts

I straighten up
struggling, swaying
exerting my all
to stand and gulp
the air of life

Exhausted I fall back
hard against the stipe
shaking the cross
freeing my tenaciously clinging
droplet of blood.

I track its path
as it meanders
ever so slowly
haltingly, distractedly
along my outstretched arm

Disappearing into
the unseen hollow
beneath my shoulder
only to re-emerge
perched at the swell of my breast

My precious droplet
a poignant metaphor
of my waning life
pauses momentarily before
its inexorable descent

Another lash
breaks across my chest
I start in response
swinging out
arching my back

My droplet plunges
speeding deftly
'tween wobbling breasts
streaking a trail
down my sternum

My head lolls forward
casting my eyes
in search of my
precious droplet's
downward progress

Across my flattened
hardened tummy
skirting navel
sloping down
to hirsute mound

Disappearing
lost between
my quaking thighs
my life descends
as darkness folds

Barbaria 2017
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a paragraphs and pudding and a dusting.

I see and find ... nice!

Abstract? ;)
 
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Barbaria1 said:
A droplet of blood

Wet and ruddy red
round and pregnant
It clings precariously
to the iron shank
that pierces my wrist

I watch transfixed
as it grows in size
shimmering, trembling
a matter of time
before it drops

A lash rips across
my naked breasts
"Move ye bitch!'
shouts the Roman below
the crowd exalts

I straighten up
struggling, swaying
exerting my all
to stand and gulp
the air of life

Exhausted I fall back
hard against the stipe
shaking the cross
freeing my tenaciously clinging
droplet of blood.

I track its path
as it meanders
ever so slowly
haltingly, distractedly
along my outstretched arm

Disappearing into
the unseen hollow
beneath my shoulder
only to re-emerge
perched at the swell of my breast

My precious droplet
a poignant metaphor
of my waning life
pauses momentarily before
its inexorable descent

Another lash
breaks across my chest
I start in response
swinging out
arching my back

My droplet plunges
speeding deftly
'tween wobbling breasts
streaking a trail
down my sternum

My head lolls forward
casting my eyes
in search of my
precious droplet's
downward progress

Across my flattened
hardened tummy
skirting navel
sloping down
to hirsute mound

Disappearing
lost between
my quaking thighs
my life descends
as darkness folds

Barbaria 2017
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Well done Barb flower1
 
Barbaria1 said:
A droplet of blood

Wet and ruddy red
round and pregnant
It clings precariously
to the iron shank
that pierces my wrist

I watch transfixed
as it grows in size
shimmering, trembling
a matter of time
before it drops

A lash rips across
my naked breasts
"Move ye bitch!'
shouts the Roman below
the crowd exalts

I straighten up
struggling, swaying
exerting my all
to stand and gulp
the air of life

Exhausted I fall back
hard against the stipe
shaking the cross
freeing my tenaciously clinging
droplet of blood.

I track its path
as it meanders
ever so slowly
haltingly, distractedly
along my outstretched arm

Disappearing into
the unseen hollow
beneath my shoulder
only to re-emerge
perched at the swell of my breast

My precious droplet
a poignant metaphor
of my waning life
pauses momentarily before
its inexorable descent

Another lash
breaks across my chest
I start in response
swinging out
arching my back

My droplet plunges
speeding deftly
'tween wobbling breasts
streaking a trail
down my sternum

My head lolls forward
casting my eyes
in search of my
precious droplet's
downward progress

Across my flattened
hardened tummy
skirting navel
sloping down
to hirsute mound

Disappearing
lost between
my quaking thighs
my life descends
as darkness folds

Barbaria 2017
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Well written .
 
xso said:
I do too! (Ok, mixed feelings, being a crux pervert, I also must admit that I enjoy the show, a beautiful woman dancing on her cross)

Very well written and poetic!

My interpretation: 'Your precious blood make beautiful roses grow'!

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That's sweet ..... I think :confused:
 
John Delves Richardson said:
Heartfelt and powerful.
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xso said:
Very well written and poetic!
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Repertor said:
A wonderful metaphor of fading life.
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Yeah, yeah, whatever. All I see is Moore got herself crucified again. For the 415th time. And I gotta go save her again. It's getting old and so am I.


"Stan Goldman Time Travels to Save Barb Again"

I picked up the phone, there at the station
Barb was in trouble, a bad situation

Nailed to a cross, things looked quite dire
Only a matter of time before she’d expire

I saw in my mind the tiny droplets of red
Flowing over the tight little that had graced my bed

The scene of the crime was Rome it was said
I needed to hurry or else she’d be dead

I strapped on my gun, called the team of SWAT
With the Roman Legions the battle would be fought

Once in Rome, we’d go back in time
And put a stop to this heinous crime

They’d be no match for our modern arms
We’re sworn to protect against all sorts of harms

We ran to the squad cars and hit the road
To Rome we would go, per NYPD code

Then my phone rang, it was the boss
What are you doing, Stan? He sounded quite cross

We’re rescuing a girl who’s in a real mess
We’re headed to Rome to ease her distress

Stan what’s the matter, have you lost your head?
You can’t drive there, you must fly instead

And on he continued, “Stan you’re a dork!
She’s in Rome, Italy, not Rome, New York”
 
windar said:
Yeah, yeah, whatever. All I see is Moore got herself crucified again. For the 415th time. And I gotta go save her again. It's getting old and so am I.


"Stan Goldman Time Travels to Save Barb Again"

I picked up the phone, there at the station
Barb was in trouble, a bad situation

Nailed to a cross, things looked quite dire
Only a matter of time before she’d expire

I saw in my mind the tiny droplets of red
Flowing over the tight little that had graced my bed

The scene of the crime was Rome it was said
I needed to hurry or else she’d be dead

I strapped on my gun, called the team of SWAT
With the Roman Legions the battle would be fought

Once in Rome, we’d go back in time
And put a stop to this heinous crime

They’d be no match for our modern arms
We’re sworn to protect against all sorts of harms

We ran to the squad cars and hit the road
To Rome we would go, per NYPD code

Then my phone rang, it was the boss
What are you doing, Stan? He sounded quite cross

We’re rescuing a girl who’s in a real mess
We’re headed to Rome to ease her distress

Stan what’s the matter, have you lost your head?
You can’t drive there, you must fly instead

And on he continued, “Stan you’re a dork!
She’s in Rome, Italy, not Rome, New York”
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That rhyme was sublime!
 
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