Bar Stool Confessions: Playing with Fire
And I'll tell you how I escaped a fiery end with fate, my new Wednesday night bar friend.
So, order up, keep 'em coming, and listen closely,
without a stumble or a slur,
to a story of my deviance in faithfulness, and my subsequent brush with death thereafter.
My anchor of a wife is about as unpleasant as they get,
and not much of a cook either.
She sleeps upon the pile of newspapers that we keep near my armchair because I cannot
stand the way she snores!
She doesn't laugh and never swears,
and always goes to church every Sunday. She gave me two beautiful daughters.
However,
I must admit that I am a man of instinct,
and I am intrigued by younger women who may have kissed but have never had the touch
of an experienced man like me.
And I always aim to please.
I think this could possibly be a disease, pal, might you think?
Now,
I do feel a pain within my heart
for my dear wife who has always been faithful and by my side.
My betrayal punched her a good one,
and now she and the girls are staying with her sister. (But I know they'll come back.)
Mind you, she is a good woman. Do respect her.
My sin had cost me in reputation as well,
hence my nights currently spent as a lonely, old drunk.
And I am man enough to confess,
that it is from my own egotistical, carnal greed,
that her heart had broken so darn badly.
And it was the death of a sacred vow heard within her painful cries that rang out
loud enough to awaken my consequence.
Ho, tipsy comrade of night!
Do believe the rumored tales of a Fire Goddess who comes for the cold-hearted men
who have betrayed their wives!
Disloyalty proves a dire lesson to them,
as it had to a few unlucky neighbors of mine.
We all heard the rumors, and I knew these men well.
So,
I listened closely to the gossip of my brothers and what became of them.
Each had a craving for forbidden lust just as perversely as I.
And each was also unfaithful to their wives.
Upon every individual end,
as the chit-chat around the tavern here goes,
my colleagues had all met with the most gorgeous, young gal a man could ever dream up!
In their fascinations,
this Fire Woman would come to them and consume their spirits
to make peace for
the saddened wives they had devastated.
And just imagine the fright that chilled me while on a pleasant evening stroll
of a bare alleyway,
the one just along the fence of Denver's industrial yard.
I was on my way home from work one night, about four months ago,
when I came upon the severity of
my terrible indiscretion.
Before my eyes, the most delectable, irresistible woman was soon approaching me!
I was struck hypnotized! Mesmerized!
What a spellbound beauty that I ever had the luck to encounter!
I know this sounds a bit wacky,
but listen to me, buddy!
I wouldn't have believed it either if I hadn't met this goddess myself!
She was the epitome of a marvelous tribute to woman!
How I fell at her naked feet like the last brittle leaf of Winter!
I am not afraid to say that this She-devil wrangled with my soul,
and she was victorious!
As I was at her mercy,
regretfully awaiting the horror that had come for my peers, to come to me,
I couldn't help but to let my loins showcase their intensity.
Even if redemption could be blessed,
my physical honor would have condemned me.
That uncontrollable, immature pelvic pounce should've sealed my fate right then and there, but,
as that moan greedily crept out of me,
despite my best efforts to keep myself in check,
especially in the last moments of my life,
she cocked her head at me curiously instead.
I didn't know what to expect,
though her reaction was not it! For she eagerly grinned at me!
But this was no ordinary smirk, sir! Oh, no!
This crescent upon her face was full of intention! Of desire!
I could taste the anticipation in the scent of her saliva as it melted so intoxicatingly
from her plump, fire-red lips!
Oh, how this bewitching femme fatale had a taste for my flesh as well!
It was in this moment of vulnerability that she went against her convictions.
And it was then when I made the most spectacular, unbelievable bargain
with what could very well be
a modern-day Lillith.
But this was no devil in disguise!
There was to be no twisted evil to the outcome of my wish to touch her!
And what she offered me next, any stink of a man would have been a fool to deny!
The sensational flow of her words stained my tastebuds
as I caught the taste of her woodsy scent, mixed subtly with a hint of elderberries,
though I couldn't tell you one word she spoke.
Because when her right palm reached out and pulled the butt of my chin up to look at her,
I was nothing less than totally and astonishingly electrified!
There is no other sensation in the universe like her skin shyly intrigued by my own!
I wanted her to take me there!
In any way she cared to impress me! It didn't matter to me!
All I wanted in that hour
was for her image
to be a fantasy come true in my last second on Earth.
But as I said, old pal,
this Fire Goddess gave a deal too good to be true.
She insisted, really!
Not that I would have resisted, but I truly has no choice in the matter!
I watched her tremble, nearly violently!
She could not contain herself any more than I.
And, ahem.
Well, let's just say there were fireworks on display in the nip of a dark, narrow alley!
A sucker-punch of a controversial, hedonistic tryst gone wild!
What a ravishing phenomenon!
Our time was brief, though monumental,
and I can still savor her pheromones as they were
dancing, teasing,
my inner compulsions.
And then,
she unwrapped the leather belt that lay around her waist,
and she let that velvet, gossamer robe give way, exposing her abdomen.
Boiling in her womb,
was the face of an enormous, other-worldly fire that roared about inside of her!
I prepared for pain,
but I instead found,
that laying inside such a raging judgement,
there also cradled a gentleness. A tender undertone to a volatile ignition.
She was a woman of pure love.
With a blazing inferno of passion to show for it.
She never promised to see me again,
but she never said good-bye to me either. Is this the aftermath of my transgression?
Am I destined to forever grieve for a lost love
that I barely even touched?
What's more,
and I am stealing a bit of her intimacy in telling you this, chum,
but in her last mortal-like breath,
she whispered giddily to me my fate.
That stellar witch has pardoned me from death,
and absolved my wretched sin,
as she cleansed my spirit beside the fire that crackled from within her belly.
So,
I am a new man today,
though not completely emptied of the spoiled daydreams
that got me to this point in the first place.
But I must say,
I am a little strange to wonder if adultery could once again gift me the presence
of that sultry Fire Woman!