The Fishing (Ho)le

By Malcholm Dark

I am new to this pond, a fresh-water fish
Swimming free in the stream of my youth
Yet, I am no chicken of the sea.

Lured to the luscious scent of her bait
My mouth opens, my tongue rolls out
I bite at the very sight of her.

Reeled into her long boat of lust
I come face to face with her little man
Like a fish out of water, I thrash about wildly.

I'm allowed into her deep holding tank
Where nothing goes but the big fish
I find myself trapped in her erogenous zone.

She howls like a catfish
Her holding tank fills
Overflowing into the pond.

I am placed on a stringer
With others just like me
Towed along behind her.

In a stream of casual encounters
She drops her line once more
All we can do is watch and wait.

Behind her on shore
A sign that reads:
"No fishing allowed!"

I am hers...
.
.
.
hook
.
.
.
line
.
.
.
and sinker.

The frying pan awaits me now!

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Published on Tuesday, June 28, 2011. Filed under: "Love" and "Poetry"

Author's Note:

the older woman, the teenager... the chicken and the chicken hawk

Comments on "The Fishing (Ho)le"

On Thursday, July 28, 2011, dwells (4177) wrote:

Written by a real fisherman, or master-baiter, who can turn a fishing tale into an erotic adventure for the mind. Jolly good read.
On Tuesday, June 28, 2011, lupus tenebrae (860) wrote:

It was either the frying pan, or becoming a wall mount. The inevitable fate for the catch of the day. The greatest lure of all is lust, well written again, thank you.
A former member wrote: Yeah, I've been here before. "Reeled into her long boat of lust" "Placed on a stringer with others just like me towed along behind her"....masterful images of the proverbial hook in mouth. Well done, Malcholm. Always glad to see a new one from you.
On Tuesday, June 28, 2011, Meadowhawk (160) wrote:

Whimsical piece, my Friend. Nicely done.