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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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Copyright 2011 Malcholm Dark
Author's Note:
the older woman, the teenager... the chicken and the chicken hawkComments on "The Fishing (Ho)le"
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On Thursday, July 28, 2011, dwells
(4285)
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.
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On Tuesday, June 28, 2011, lupus tenebrae
(872) 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.
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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.
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On Tuesday, June 28, 2011, Meadowhawk
(163) wrote:
Whimsical piece, my Friend. Nicely done.
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