Like clotted blood, i thought -
Tamarillos, ripe clustered
tamarillos; your lips
too sensual, so much,
and such colour.
Maroon-crimson
amorously glistening,
ripe.
i wasn't expecting
lips like clotted blood
oh so red
to make me so hungry
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A contest entry
- Hues of Red in 12 Lines or Less (there's a catch) by The Fun House.
1050 points, ended January 3, 19 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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Comments
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Splendid. Simply succulant. I want to see this fruit, feel the dripping juice. (And I want to meet those lips.)
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Oh, great take on the prompt with this one and a nice touch with the background. This has a spice to it that makes you want more. I can easily visualize the whole scene here and it is quite sensual.
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powerfully written...great metaphors
good luck
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