Fetish Sex Party: The Report
It was just the other evening
It wasn’t too cold out it wasn’t too warm
It was five flights up in a loft in midtown Manhattan
We took the elevator up
There was a mysterious liquid on the floor of the elevator
We didn’t know what it was
It didn’t smell like sex juice
And it didn’t smell like pee
It didn’t’ smell like anything flammable
And it didn’t smell sweet
The elevator door opened
Two naked women greeted us at the door
They took our coats
And took a small fee
For we came as a couple
For the evening’s festivities
The night started off slow
We arrived just shy of midnight
The bar was open
A small petite woman in a tight purple dress served us
At the foot of the bar was a man wrapped in a blanket
We were instructed to step on him
Step on his body
Step on his face
We did
This man got off on this
He was a “Human Carpet”
Even the sign said so
I had a Guinness
She had a vodka cranberry
The loft was a decent size
A front room, we’ll call it “The Blue Room”
Because of the blue lights
A back room, we’ll call it “The Red Room”
Because of the red lights
And the main room, with the bar and multiple couches
Most of the couches had a black and white zebra print
I’m sure they were covered with stains of various fluids
I heard the loft was usually used to shoot porn films
There was also suspension points and restraint equipment
A large flat screen TV that played porn
The floors were wooden, the ceiling beams exposed
The Red Room had some chairs, a beanbag sofa, a bed, and a bowl of condoms
The Blue Room had some chairs, a sofa, and a stool chair
Which was perfect for bending people over
There were some single men
But not many
There were some single women who arrived with other single women
There weren’t many single women who arrived solo
There didn’t appear to be many lesbians
There actually weren’t that many gay men
But there were some
There were young people, perhaps early 20s
There were older people, perhaps early 60s
There were people too skinny
Only bones
And they needed to eat some hamburgers
Some had tattoos
Some had piercings
Some had neither
There were some voluptuous people
Some average people
Some well-toned fantastic people
Some really tall people
Some short people
Some people with bellies
Some people with short hair or long hair or no hair
Some wore leather and some wore plastic and some wore PVC
Some wore lace and some wore fishnets and some wore suits
Everyone was there for fun
Everyone was there to show off
Everyone was there to witness
Everyone was respectful
Everyone was social
There was a woman in a silky red dress
She spanked numerous submissive men
As anyone watched
There was a middle-aged man with silver hair and eyeglasses
He had an attractive middle-aged female partner with flowing blonde hair
Small breasts with perky nipples
He chained her up
And flogged her ass
And flogged her tits
As anyone watched
There was an old man
I would say around age 55
He was dressed as a baby
He called himself “Potty Princess”
He carried his own pink diaper bag
Which had a baby bottle
And a wooden paddle
And change of diapers
He wore baby shoes
Baby socks which glowed purplish in the black light
He wore a bonnet, diaper, and baby dress
He even changed his own diaper
And sucked on his pacifier all night
His binky
He would always stare at you in your eyes
Whether you were a male or female
But he truly wanted a woman to boss him around
There were two men dressed as women
They weren’t gay
Although, secretly, I thought they were
But no, they were just submissive
Seeking a woman to boss them around
Use them
Treat them like dirt
One of these guys had pussycat ears
And a pussycat tail
Between his thin pasty white ass
There was a time
When we went to the front of the loft
And looked into The Blue Room
And in the corner
We saw a woman
With a fat chunky ass jiggling
As she gave head to a seated man
A gentleman
All nightlong
There was rigging
And there was flogging
And there was tipping
That woman in the purple
At the bar
And the young man with her
Also serving
And maybe
Being served
There were spectators
And voyeurs
And exhibitionists
There were professionals
And amateurs
There was a very quiet Asian couple
Dressed in black
Early in the evening they were fully clothed
As the evening progressed, she had less clothes
And he had a collar and chain around her neck
Leading her around
At one point they were in The Blue Room
And the Asian man asked a dominant woman
To spank his woman
She obliged
We all watched
As she was bent over that stool chair
Which was metal
And had a blue strobe light beneath it
Which made a cross like image on the wall
When flashing
This Asian couple
Is the type of couple you would see in an Asian porn film
Their body parts
Their privates
Should have been blurred
Digitally blurred
Pixelated
At some point
The woman in red spanked Potty Princess
I hope that made him happy
All should have happiness
There was a very large black man
He wore a leather kilt
I wondered if he had a small dick
I never did ask
I only did wonder
Later in the evening
The big black guy
In the leather kilt
Brought a passed out skinny boney white girl
To The Blue Room
I’m not sure what ever did happen to her
The last I saw her she was on a couch
Like an overdosed rag doll
There was a very large white man
He was very large
Like big, but not fat
Tall
He wore a black top hat
I’m nick naming him
“Edgar Allen Poe”
There was a man playing with fire
He had a nude woman lay before him
She had big tits and an eager smile
She was on a table in front of everyone
He would light his glove on fire
And trace her naked curves with flame
As we all watched
There was an exquisite woman
With smooth creamy white skin
Soft to the touch
With penetrating hazel eyes
With perfect lips
And her tits protruded forth
From her outfit of black
She wore black stockings and a black garter belt
A black bra that accentuated her perfect breasts
The slight hair on her mound
Displayed in the open air
Throughout the evening
Her eyes caught mine
And I caught hers
There was a group of women
Dressed in black lingerie
I would have taken them all home with me
But that night I was not free
I was dedicated to one
I was eyed
By women
By men
But there is only one set of eyes
That has me whole
At around 5am
As I sat on the cum stained zebra print couch
She took my thick cock out of my pants
And just started to suck away
Giving me a nice sloppy wet blowjob
In front of any gazer
Any audience member
She choked away on my cock
And sucked and sucked
I stopped her short
And led her to The Blue Room
Where I put her on the couch
And thrusted my thick cock
Inside her
It was so easy
Since she was wearing a crotchless fishnet body stocking
And she was dripping wet in anticipation
Spectators watched
We could have charged admission
Because we were such a hot fuck
The smell of our sex drifted from room to room
And from room to room
We went
Until it was time to go
And leave
This
Fetish Sex Party
© 2012 David Greg Harth
12.02.17.10:18:00@130BklynNYC
Fall In Their Midst
I’ve been hunting
And I’ve been searching
Repeating this sequential confronting
I execute the daily working
As my enemy is waiting for me
Always behind the mountain lurking
Watching every move I make
Silently in the valley they remain unseen
Listening to every step I take
They wait for me each day
Stalk me by my trailing scent
I become their prey
I continue with my crusade
With an enveloping heart
No matter how much I am dismayed
With all my given reason
Advance with colossal potency
Even if held accountable for treason
It is my duty as a man with a wounded knee
In this midst I will reach out for you
And release your innocent soul free
© 2011 David Greg Harth
11.11.25.02:27:45@130BklynNYC
Frost
Frost
Chilling up my spine
Executing my mortality
Frost
Delivering the final blow
Echoing my dreams into eternity
Frost
Deleting my memories
My bones being pulled by gravity
Frost
Catapulting my fantasies
Interfering with my true destiny
Frost
Wishing I was never erect
My heart is always an empty cavity
Frost
Transporting my mind everywhere
Emotions in an uncontrollable velocity
Frost
Claiming what is rightfully mine
Taking early my innocent fidelity
Frost
Losing control to pressure
Giving up my sanity
Frost
Exquisite corpse cold to the touch
I have no immunity
Frost
Now that I’ve been dismembered and disemboweled
Love and Life is filled with absolute clarity
© 2011 David Greg Harth
11.10.07.16:37:17@130BklynNYC
F, F
I got your letter in the mail yesterday.
You told me —
your feelings, your thoughts.
your poems, your memories.
Included a photograph of how you look now.
I see your son, he looks just like me.
I wish I hadn’t moved so far away.
I wish we didn’t part.
I wish for so many things.
We could forget, we could forgive.
But I don’t know if I could, with Franklin being there.
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.12.04.01:38:17@130BklnNYC
Fat Men Sing, Too
Flying high
On the white rock
With a big thick black dick up your ass
$100 richer
I’m no pancake
But I’m not a virgin either!
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.06.17.21:35:16@296NYC
The Final Fall
I fell down
The space is narrowing down on me
I have nothing left to do
No more options, no ways out
I can’t get out of this place
The walls are closing in
I tumble, I fade
Morning rises
Body is dead
I’m free in the plains
My mother is in happiness,
She swallows me whole,
Puts her arms around me,
The roots never let me go.
This is my final resting place.
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.05.27.24:58:00@296NYC
Flesh, Blood, and Bones
What am I? Who am I?
I’m just flesh, blood and bones?
I have a brain, I’m taught to think, I’m taught to love?
I attempt to write poetry, perhaps I do write poetry.
I create art, I think its good, some even great.
I don’t show in galleries, I don’t show in museums.
I work Monday thru Friday.
I love and hate.
I hate and love.
I even masturbate.
But really, who am I?
But just flesh and blood and bones.
Could I be anything if you were not here?
The one I’m talking too?
Would I be nothing without an audience?
Without participation?
A viewer? A listener?
Who am I?
What am I doing here?
Why am I here and not there - right now?
These are all unanswered questions.
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.05.12.13:31:01@599NYC
Farewell
Just listen to me for a second.
You aren’t even listening?
Don’t shut me out, shut me down.
Take a moment.
I might not speak aloud.
I might not speak at the right moments.
I might not share, I might not spread, I might not declare.
But right now, I need to talk to you.
I need to shed, to whisper, to reveal.
But you aren’t even listening.
You are blocking me. Paving me. Closing me.
You’ve sealed me. Locked me. Rejected me.
Just listen for a second.
One second.
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.03.25.15:43:16@599NYC
Fallen Night
Monday morning,
20th of August,
All wake up in a city of dawn,
Sun rises across the shifting.
Tea drinkers realize first,
Doctors second,
Grandmothers rise, they wait for flowers.
He never became the artist he was,
Murdered by his own cause,
Defeated.
I won’t wake him,
Just let him sleep,
He’ll wake once more.
Never mind,
I’ll soak up the floor.
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.08.20.02:27:27@296NYC
False Love
Love was false
I shall not shed a tear
It was wrong
I shall not share a weep
Love was not reality
I shall not ever be the same
Love was a mirage
I shall not make mends
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.05.16.12:59:08@205HudsonNYC
Found Death
I found a man
In a pool of blood
He did reside
Just down from my home
In a pool of blood
I found a man
Dead on the floor
It was dark, it was cold
The man in a pool of blood
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.02.08.12:44:49@205HudsonNYC
From The Woods
Wearing white
A gown covered in bells
Snowflakes drifted down from the clouds
A horse gallops in the far distance
Trumpet players chime their sounds
As the attendees pour in
Honey drips down the trees
A bee buzzes by
Humming birds fly
Growling roars are heard from mountain tops
A choir heard for miles
Listening to your every footstep
These states are borderless
Containing nothing but compassion
It is I who waits
The aisle run is over
Your cuffs are off
Free you are
My warm arms open
She came to me draped
From the woods she walked.
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.01.25.11:42:06@205HudsonNYC
Falling
Like the rocks I lick at night
I fall from the sky at unknown speeds
My arteries refuse to end the fight
Goddess of dream’s sand
I fall flat against this hard dirt
The heart of fallen angels are in command
Falling with my broken wing
Accept me for who I have become
Both of us are tired of aching
I have always loved you
Mí na Nollaig approaches
Let me help you with your muumuu
Choice is yours, to be fruit
With performing miracles and shining stars
Or reservations on Lexington’s route
Falling in a downward spiral
Awoken from my study of disbelief
Encephalitis gone, your love is viral
I am not going anywhere; I have no place to be
Two have taken to falling
I continue to purchase your white tea
Let it burn for a little while longer
This wick of desire must meet
Days pass as our love gets stronger
Slipping under the over pass
Falling between the cracks
Lying on last year’s meadow grass
I’m falling to the earth
Catch me in your arms
Make my long wait worth
Autumn leaves are falling now
Another year will pass
Time for your heart to avow
You fell in love with me
And I fell in love with you
It’s time to become our very own we
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.11.08.12:44:11@205HudsonNYC
Fourteen I Love Yous
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.10.18.09:11:00@SpringStThompsonStNYC
Found Hair
As I twisted about,
Twisted around,
I came up in the morning
Woken to Charlie yelling at me
No sunlight hit my face.
I awoke
Slowly rolled and climbed
Lowered myself to the ground
And as i did
What did I see
But a single hair
Falling from my bed
A hair from you.
© David Greg Harth 2006
06.10.13.23:03:55@296NYC
Forever (First Version)
With her digging tools she lifted out my heart
On the table she placed it still beating
It was time for me to go, it was time to depart
Now I leave my loved one with a greeting
Know that I have loved you so wholly
I have reached deep within, my severed lines now dead
Even as I now sink in the swallowing dirt slowly
My love for you has never been shed
As my vitality clock ends and tells the tale
Death will never take my love for you
My body lays so empty and frail
Let it be heard, my love for you is true
Tediously I dissolve and oblivion welcomes me
“I love you forever” is my last plea
© 2005 David Greg Harth
05.10.04.11:21:23@205Hudson
Friday Poem
As you eat your donuts,
And you sip your tea,
I can’t help but think,
If you’d be suckin’ on me.
As you study your lines,
And you think of photography,
I can’t help but think,
If we’d make our own choreography.
As you wash your hair,
And you think of the sky,
I can’t help but think,
If I’d go down on your thigh.
As you wet yourself with soap,
And you clean your soul,
I can help but think,
If you let me go on and cajole.
As you bend forwards,
And you deliver your rump,
I can’t help but think,
If in the night we went thump.
As you sing your song
And I put you in a gag,
I can’t help but think
If we went for a shag.
As you moan your words,
And hear the twinkle of a flute,
I am the Eden,
And you are my fruit.
That is my tale,
A Friday morning,
I am here,
and you are there,
I am a rock,
and you,
a river.
© 2005 David Greg Harth
05.06.24.10:22:00@NYC
Poem for J-Dog