Saturday, 8 August 2015

Redheaded Immodest

Saw golden---white bracelet around your molten---waist
Closed my very eyes: “how delightful you may taste!”
What an eve ‘twas...
since I approached to you & asked: “What’s your max. rate?”
You rushed down my words; stripped off to very edge
I played with your knots --- playfully modest
You were the warmth in winter
Hottest, Hopeless spirit --- Red--headed immodest
Your husband ain’t home
While you seemed pretty longed to be lone
You’ve had some plans --- the plans for the night
I wonder, what if we share little coffee, what’d be your sign?
 Raplh Lauren I’d worn, but you torn it with your claws
Topless your bra slipped down to your bottom
& I loved your wicked flaws
“What a curve I’d seen!” V-Shaped, G-Shaped... everything was in shape
Very soft, pretty wet so moist, I touched
Oh, the bedsheet & the pillow, Miss Willow, You clutched
Our heartbeats debauched, & nothing left...  untouched.

2 comments:

  1. Rubie reviews the write:

    "Sensual, compelling piece.

    You carry your reader along on this wicked, wild ride of poetic passion.

    Terrific piece!"

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  2. Erin states:

    "and you leave nothing "untouched" in this poem....oh those wicked flaws."

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