One Night With The Flying Cock Woman
One Night With The Flying Cock Woman
by doug draime
She said, she believed
someday she would fly off
the earth riding on
a hard cock. Though, she sounded
completely serious, I never
thought for a moment
(as talented as she was
in bed), that she could
get any farther away than
the bedroom door … maybe …
riding on a hard cock. But I was broke,
had no where else to go and it was very
cold outside. So, I listened all night,
between sex and during sex
to her insane ravings,
her erotic images,
her filthy fantasies.
We had sex 4 or 5 times till around 6 a.m.
When we woke in the afternoon I called a friend
to borrow enough money
to get back into
my hotel room.
When I was getting ready to leave,
she said she’d just been pulling my chain
about flying off
the earth riding on a hard cock and that I
was a sick fuck to listen
to such crazy-ass shit coming from a nymphomaniac,
and smack freak,
just released from the
L.A. County hospital lock up.
I told her that I’d already figured out it was
something like that.
Then she smiled this craven smile and asked me
for my phone number.
This describes a perfect date to me, not a one night stand.
Joking aside, noticing the title, I expected a circus freak show. Close – the hard phallic, soft pornographic and drug imagery in this prose/poem is interesting – the descriptive language draws the reader into the action, even if she doesn’t buy the “nymphomaniac” myth. (I prefer to read this as a politically correct “sex addict”.)
I’d crack another joke about enjoying the climax of the story, but that would risk redundancy. Overall, I enjoyed reading “…Flying Cock Woman”.
Being a maniac with a penchant for nymphs does not make me a nymphomaniac.
No phallic symbol innuendo necessary here. Hilarious story, man. There’s something to be said for animalistic sex combined with acid. Halifax is a nymphomaniac, and the editor too, so they should know first hand.