Mudpuppy
This party was an absolute rager!...
I wouldn't dare shit you!...
I could tell by the mad hustle of
Frenzied feet,
And spidery legs that stretched above me
From the incoming guests as they filed in...
Bruna, and her partner
Troy
Had invited the bulk of them...
Many they had met on the beaches of Brazil...
Some were from the office Troy worked at making
Post cards...
Still others Bruna had drummed up from her dance
Classes...
I, with the view of a slug,
Had front row seats of all of their goings on
Down below,
As they leapt to and fro...
I could see the men:
The crotch of their pants or shorts bulging
With their throbbing clutches of liquid lust...
Some looking like the outline of smiling tropical fruit...
Others barely visible disguised bunches of
Runaway manhood...
The women:
Many of them not wearing any panties at all...
Some unshaven...some with full bush...
Their splashy dresses flashing me as they casually whip
Their bolting legs over my head...
Their pussy lips almost crying with anguish out to me,
Red and swollen,
As others remain tightly seized like choking corsages
On a shyly repellant wrist...
Still others snug in differing colors and stylings of lingerie
And panties, announce their presence in the evening...
While a few more just wear Plain Jane slacks or shorts,
Choosing to languish in a muted silence...
One Transvestite playfully tickles me with his
Orange feather boa,
And wrinkles his painted face into a smile
As the boa drapes down to the wooden floorboards
In which my body has been partially ensconced
In the center of the living quarters,
Save for my pumpkin shaped brownish shaved head,
My fingertips, and my
Flaccid cock;
Which guests are politely avoiding,
(For the most part)
With the casual aversion of one
Not wishing to see
A rather repulsive bug be squished
Thus causing a mess during their discordant soiree...
That is not a fair description, though...
They have occasionally tried to be inclusive,
And have occasionally made a game out of disposing
Lackluster party hors d'oeuvres into my welcome mouth...
I guess I am a bit of an eyesore,
But not many men are irrevocably
Fused with the foundation of the foyer...
I'd like to say I didn't choose my lot in life,
But name one who can claim
A lily-white spick and span
Interior of the everyday
World weary soul...
Bruna commands a heavy presence
With her rock-hard jaw and muscle bound physique...
Her tits more like pectoral objections against
Slovenliness, and lazy decorum of attitude...
Her perfection of the material even intimidates her herself
Ironically, and so she is quite meek in character,
And often let's Troy do much of the mingling,
While she trails behind him while all those that witness her
Reflect her in a prison of their
Deferential gaze...
Troy is the American import with wire rimmed glasses,
A seductive gaze,
And a mouth like a jackrabbit,
Always hopping from one thought to the next...
When the guests have finally become comfortable,
Settling like leaves on a restless Autumn day
Upon the ottoman, and the divan,
Or just sprawling out near me, by the glass
Coffee table
I finally feel more at ease...
Some play cards
While others chat in English, Portuguese,
Spanish, and Italian...
I only speak English and know a little
Bit of Spanish and Italian,
But it is so exciting to hear the fluid
Tongues mix and mesh and tickle my hungry ears
While the party dips and sways like a
Pleasant ocean wave
On a balmy day, as I fantasize of floating on my back...
It brings me back to how things use to be!...
Back when I was free and upright in my teen years...
I most often would ride buckled in my parents car
To and fro during Choir recitals, and
Interchangeable sport practices;
Be it Basketball, Footvolley, Judo, or Capoeira...
...Aye, but in between these structured jaunts
I would experience these ecstatic detonations
Of unbridled freewill
That propelled me into altered states of consciousness;
By simply sitting still or staring at a tree for twenty minutes
In a pronounced state of attention...
I wonder if any of these jaded party guests,
Who occasionally glance back at me with sympathy,
Or reviled expressions of disgust,
Have favored life so very much
As I did back in my glory days of yore...
...But now I am a creature of the floor,
And as the world continues with it's spinning
I speculate on how many more
Days of this existence I
Dare lead...
This static stationary life
Mostly so hard on me
Because I live with my heart planted so firmly
On my sleeve...
...If only I could deceive myself into perceiving
Life as dull as a butterknife and
Let it all slip right through my porous
Sewer grates...
...But that is not
Within my nature...
The party lasts all through the night,
And on into the late afternoon of the next day...
A bored couple even fondles my Rumpled
Stilt Skin, but they fail in their haughty attempts
Of arousal...
One taking me, and then the other,
Until in forlorn disgust
They dash me to the floor
Like a broken toy,
And move on...
The get-together was
Undoubtedly a success, though,
And I am quite excited for more in the future,
As I continue to sink further into the confines
Of the floorboards;
Another doomed debutante...
A sacrificial lamb leaning forward in anticipation
Of the modern age...
7/23/24
Bunny Villaire