nymphs will always turn a guys
head
his vision had gone hazy in the steam room inside his eyeballsat their
softpeeling edgesat their keen seeingpeering voyeurism hes given over to stealthy eroticism
he knew something of nymphos
he was a bit of a satyrhe remembered reading about Dionysus – that was a
religionhuh -- the celebrants the gatherings the wine the orgies oh
Dionysus Tell metell me that doesnt
sound titillatingsound outrageous an sumptuous
he was young he was immature the trouble then with him was that he
idealised he preconceived Dionysus the
women he imagined were on par with the young playmates he saw in the pages of 60s
Playboys the kindly retouchedthough unaltered
unplasticised women who handed him his hard ons it was this kind of thinking that was illadvised likely presaging his
denial of those who attended nudist colonies or frolicked at nude beaches
readying to cast his net into the fruitful
sea he lets its physics go lets its whirling over his head fail slackening the
net collapses flaccid at his hip
get him a harpoon
the fruitful sea snickers Whaddaya
picky?
he was
he wasnt a drunken hypersexual
goatman willing to fuck anyone
theres a knock at his door
an echoa clatter of hooves
theyd come to take his satyr card
The Few, The Proud, The Goats
he lacked their mettle
they stood on the stoop outside
his front door
he picked up his wallet out of a
stoneware bowl on a shelf on his vintage entrance coatrack and bench
the card wasnt in his wallet
You’re not carrying your card?
Apparently not
You pledged to carry your card at
all times.
No Wrong
I sent fifty Bazooka Joe Bubble Gum Bazooka Joe and his GANG comic
strips to get my satyr card
I didnt pledge anything
their hooves clattered theyre nervous theyre irritated My God
you’re an embarrassment.
Heythere careful Dont mar the concrete I dont wanna hafta explain how the marks got
there
Cant you just expunge my name
from your roleIll pen a quick affidavit you can witness that I acquit and
forego all honors and privileges satyrs are bestowed in lieu of the cards
absence
the satyr at the head of the
small herd stroked his beard thoughtfully
he was quite taken by the beast he had a hard time unifying his serious
countenance now with what he must look while he was rutting blind drunk and bawling
the leader eventually nodded acquiesced
he quickly assembled and wrote
the affidavit
he signed it
they witnessed it
the leader rolled the paper and
wedged it in the curl of his horn they
were worthy of SCI and B&C record contention You may, however, regret
your decision when you’re older; when either you can’t get your cock upnot a
problem for satyrs or when women stop paying
attention to you, let alone deny you sex.
Well I could always blow my brains out
the leader nodded solemnly
he tried to suppress his laughthen
laughed wholeheartedly Asshole! Theres
more to life than fucking
solemnly slowly the leader shook his head no he said You’re a neophyte. Ignorant. then he blew a rocket of snot out of his muzzle onto
the foyers parquetry turned and walked off
the queer clutch followed him
he supposed he deserved that
visit
the nymphs which set off the
circumstances of their visitation he dreamed the night before
although those nymphs werent
nymphos
maybe he resented his
unconscioushis sleeps deliberation
on his fingers and toes he worked
his way around a steep stoneface above swift moving glasslike deep water his
heels high above silhouettes of big black fish and gigantic sturgeons
he heard something coming down to
the water through the forest whose limbs beyond the stone had beckoned him to pursue
his course on the rock
nymphs emerged from the trees and
bramble in hooded green cloaks over coloured robes
in the ferns splayed at the
waters edge they disrobed
their naked skin was lizardlike iridescent sleek tinyscaled and when they stepped into the water he
thought theyd plunge they did not they werent swallowed by the rivers depth a depth
he was quite certain of from where he clung to the rock five metres above
it was asif the nymphs walked on
a thermal under the waters face
halfway across they were in a depth
equivalent to a filled clawfoot bathtub
they played midstream yelling like
small happy children and splashed each other their skin in the sunlight shed brilliant prismatic beads their breasts and rumps jiggled
he clung like a bug to the wall
he was as inobvious to them as
that a bug
a watchful bug
dreamt early 19th
morning, 9. 18
1433, Thursday, 20 9.
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