One year ago, beginning March 31, the Museum of Sex will showcase select works from two contemporary artists along with historical items related to the art and performance of burlesque. The exhibit, entitled The Nudie Artist: Burlesque Revived, will feature select artifacts from the 1880s to the 1950s, modern works of art from burlesque photographer Leland Bobbé and artist Luma Rouge and footage from Behind the Burly Q, a film by Leslie Zemeckis. The Nudie Artist: Burlesque Revived allows visitors to peek inside the world of burlesque and see the performance art from a personal angle. Inspiring artwork, personal photos and rare footage of the time, as well as costuming will be on display to provide a glimpse into the past life of an art form that is resurging in today’s modern world. (sorry, it took Google a whole year to get this in the search engine)
http://www.museumofsex.com
The Serpent's Kiss by Gustav Klimt
Imagine that you find her in the garden of bliss...
You like what you see, she appears to be this,
"woman of your dreams..." !!
You begin to undress her with those have-closed eyes
suddenlty a vulgar tattoo appears on her thighs
" Satan ! " ??? -- Who is this guy?
Ok, you forgive her maybe, this time...
Everbody has some secret to hide; Besides,
her secretions are driving you wild!
... or at least the thought of her; Why?
does she look at you with those half-baked eyes?
Am I missing something? Is she some guy in disguise?
So you get to her ass Badda boom badda bing!
She's wearing more bling than her ass is wide...
You start to shake that Balzac thing
But that doesn't stop you, you're down to bare skin
You seek to penetrate her; Come to daddy, hoosier daddy?
Now you're in, beyond sin!
Soft white warm smooth voluptuous ass,
Now you're in to your nads, it's too late to pass
And all that long dark hair that hangs in a mass over her back
Suddenly parts to reveal her dry roots,
you notice she is still wearing her boots
lining up for inspection preparing for a lethal injection
Enter the matrix, Domina Dominatrix, all dressed in latex!
All is not what it appears, nor does it seem otherwise
Do I pull out now and believe the lies or face the truth
or bury my face in those soft warm thighs, sigh...
Either way, I'm bound to die, that small death we all die
when we come to the conclusion that we've been duped!
And then there's the endurance thing
If you were gonna stop, why did you start?
Is it polite not to fart, while practicing the "love" art?
Oh hell, let's just screw!
Screw the woman of your dreams !!
Screw the savage rutting slut, until she bleeds,
Fuck yeah, thank you! Fuck...
... you text her on the phone, I know,
It's so impersonal, "Got any pheromones?"
She texts back, "Nuff to make a mad dog moan!
Baby, I'm comin' home!!"
© pigshitpoet 2012
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