Fingers play harshly Leaving bright red prints A notice to any who think about nearing This Body Is Claimed.
Mouth insistent and sure Finding the source and living there for a breathless beautiful moment.
Don't look at me as if you weren't sure or aware of my cunning ways And how I can wrap you around this finger, these thighs this purring embodiment of excitement as if you were mere String.
Pacify this hunger and I might let you know what it's like to sleep with the Goddess And drink from the fountain of Venus.
I'll cease my drumming along your humming form When I've eased this ache and insatiable longing And when you realize You are nothing more than Mine.
Very very nice Poe! There's a sharpness to it that give it a nice kick. I love that! And the picture goes extremely well with your poem as well. Happy writing as always. :)
Your friend,
kutipi2
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"Our mothers and fathers held us close to their hearts and they promised 'One bright and shining day my children, we will triumph in battle. One bright and shining day my children, we will give you back your wings.' " - PL: S&W
Good Evening Lady Poe, Hope all is well. This seems to be written differently, not sure if it was an intentional switch. Less explained, and a fast pace, had my mind racing. The picture fits perfectly and sets the scene beautifully.
Thank you for your kindness, Slim. As for the picture... google is my friend, hehe. I like the different "voice" in this one, I've been feeling stagnant and reused lately, so this was a treat. Glad you both enjoyed. ~Lady Poe
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