AngelSeeker/contest app

Hello,

My name is Patricia Gibson-Little (soon to be Gibson-Williams when I marry my fiancé Joe) AKA AngelSeeker.  I’ve been writing poetry since I was a teenager; which was, frankly, more years ago then I care to admit.  I’ve always been told that I’m a good team player and a great poet… Truthfully, I feel I’m a good poet, but I have a ways to go to hit the great mark.  

I love writing challenge poems and had written them for acquaintances, friends and family for many years, before I found this site.   I’ve even won a few of the challenges I’ve entered.  Entering this challenge sounds like the ultimate test of a poets skills and I’m sure I would love it.  I write in a variety of styles and although most of my work is rhymed, (except my haiku) I’m becoming less obsessive about that.  For these and many more reasons I believe I would be an asset to a Survivor 2 team.

I don’t foresee any problems being online everyday as I do that most of the time anyway.

Like Barbara, my favorite poem changes depending on my mood,  (Can I blame that on PMS?) or things happening in my life.  I had three quick choices for my favorite poem: “I Awake” ; “Desert Desire” or “Will you suck my toes?”  I eliminated the third, because the main reason it was in the running is because I get fan mail for it, but I really think it’s more from men with a foot fetish, then that it has any great poetic merit.  Both of the other poems were inspired by Joe, but my choice was written as a challenge here and was picked as runner-up.  I felt that since I’m applying for position on a team and the object is to answer challenges it would give you a better idea of what I’m capable of.   Originally titled “The desert” and maybe slightly revised, here it is:

Description: 'Write and erotic/love poem without any vulger language. Must be about making love in the middle of the woods, rainforest...anywhere in nature, but must be secluded from all other humans. Make it sensual, passionate with tones of real love, not just lust, but please do it in good taste and leave some things to the imagination of the reader. Include things in nature.
Desert Desire
A full moon mounts the vacuous sky
Washed in blood red fire
The desert night holds its breath
Lost in suppressed desire

You cross the desiccated sand
Clothed in lupine skin
Your finely chiseled face - reflects
A knowing wolfish grin

Mesmeric voice that captivates
Whispered yearnings - calling me
I am bound by your resolve
Captured - by your untamed plea

Candles leap to life around me
Clothes vanish at your touch
Shadows dance thru sienna eyes
As you enslave me in your clutch

Warm lips spawn an appetite
Breasts - blossom for your fingers
Moisture washes over thighs
The scent of passion lingers

You breathe the air - inhaling me
And sip my honeyed hide
Then stripped, on knees, you cover me
The wolf won’t be denied

The thirsty godforsaken land
Trembles at our lust
And I’m consumed by cacoethes
With every savage thrust

I wreath as you impale me
Bay - at your conquering growl
We die - and live again
Echoing ecstasy’s howl

Time shatters - as the waterless ground
Greedily drinks love’s flow
Till an oasis springs forth
And flowers - start to grow
Copyright © July 2002 Patricia Gibson-Little

I often write poetry that has been termed erotic or sensual, many inspired by my muse Joe.  In our most private moments I call him Wolf and he calls me his Wolfette; he gives and takes passion in ways I never fantasized about before I met him.  I feel this poem describes our relationship, and the wild essence of it, better then any other I have written.


Thank you for considering my application.

Patti