16MM VENUS

Back in the 70s, when pterodactyls blotted the sky and Amazon meant a one-titted female warrior, there were, briefly, three unchallenged queens of porn, a Hecate-Artemis-Isis vaginal triumvirate, who dominated the scene in both 35MM high-production and 16MM loop: Abigail Clayton, Annette Haven and Leslie Bovee. Many a ganglion I wore into the back of my right hand furiously jerking to inner visualizations of these cinematic sisters of mercy. Yesterday I gave henna-ed Annette my best shot. Now here's one for the perhaps least well-known of the Titillating Trio, Abigail "The Blowing Blonde" Clayton:

16MM VENUS 1973

     She comes up out of the sea and she is all blond – she has lost her bikini; the shark of her smile took it. She reaches back. Wrings yellow hair in a wet mass. She wants to come over, primp, turn around – pray her ass be kissed.

     Her eyes glint sea-green. Her breasts float large and gently sloped as distant breakers; nipples buoys; her bush surf white.

     She straddles the screen. Between the crack of her butt you glimpse a sunsquint; close eyes to sniff the vision burst.

     Your throat detects encircling cigarettes and bad cigars, old coats, stale popcorn; knees cracking, torn leather seats creaking…

     Open the eyes – to catch a last sneer, as she steers her posterior down over the mouth of the camera; while against the voice-box an unspittable lump has grown.

     She is all dark in the water you breathe.