I'm a Woman as Hungry as a River
by Lady Day
I love to take a man in my arms, place him on my lap, and feel his vulnerability.
I’m a woman as hungry as a river. I’ve always been bigger than the rest of the boys. Fatter. The belly of a goddess. Every chair tightly embracing my hips. My thighs strong as columns. But I like thin men, with legs as slender as bamboo. I like to kiss their knees, I love the touch of their pelvic bone, that irresistible protuberance...I’m stronger than them and yet I want them to dominate me. I want to see a man that I can easily carry in my arms telling me what to do. I want to see the contrary inside of us, I want to prove that first impressions are deceiving, I want to see the strong one becoming weak, the weak one getting stronger.
I’m forever hungry for a skinny man to fuck me mercilessly, and then, after all the pain that becomes pleasure, I want a man to cuddle between my strong arms.
I still remember
His eyes made out of marble
His blue veins
Getting thicker with every breath
I surrendered to his indulging hands
Like a blind moth
Attracted to the fire
He burnt me
His hips moving faster at the rhythm of the logs crackling
The fireplace never dying
The flames getting higher
I fell silent
At the end it was the pietà
I carried his slender body
His exhausted bones against my lap
His long arms in abdication
The most pure and exquisite pain he gave me was now ended
And there was nothing but pleasure