Hysteria

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Hysteria

Abused and scorned by her husband,

Ruth, laden with needs unfulfilled,

sought out the randy imp, dropping

four golden shekels into his cedar box,

and stretched out on his velvet divan,

taking only two bites of the root candy 

before becoming overwhelmed

with blissful heat and satyric need,

captive of the deliriant hallucinogenic, 

happily allowing the mandragora to climb up

onto her hips, stroking her 

with his hands and tongue

past the chrysolite gem in her navel,

sliding beyond her thin waist

to stop teasingly at the pocket of her sweetness,

beneath the silken cluster of her dewey fur,

golden as sunlit wheat chaff,

dousing the pink pliable labia with scented oils,

washing away the veneer of fear and doubt;

soon arousing her carnal appetites,

he rode the shivering undulations

that emerged as he began to massage

her clitoris, frantic-heaving lustful-arching

as her womanhood craved contentment

and just as the orgasmic fury peaked

she was envisioning the humungous creature

of living energy, the Mandragora Helix,

that could snare electromagnetic fields

and jerk the earth slightly off its axis

and then let it snap back into balance

just to demonstrate its cosmic prowess;

she rose majestically from the perfumed pillows,

shook out the tangles from her tresses,

smoothed out her skirts, and then

bowed low with both hands brushing

the beautiful carpet before making

her sweeping exit, pausing only to scoop

up a handful of chocolate raisins

from a crystal goblet by the door,

leaving unescorted and smiling. 

Glenn Buttkus

August 2012

Posted over on Shawna's Flipside Records

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