Transitory temptations,
longing lust filled eyes.
Hearts heavy with want,
need, passion, love.
Titillatingly teasing,
glances, smiles.
Fingers trail down an arm,
electrifying, enchanting.
Then you turn,
and walk away.
Author notes
30 Words.
Love you Tory.
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A contest entry
- Your Maverick Prewrites . . . by RatherImaginative.
925 points, ended October 16, 2008, 67 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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This sounds like the worst kind of dream one can have. I was drawn in by the piece, and then the last line hit me like icewater down the back of my neck. After reading it again, I could see how it could be a teasing situation, but I can't get past my first reaction. The beauty of the piece is that it can be taken either way. Thanks so much for entering my contest!
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The thrill of anticipation
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wonderful job here. Always there arent ya. nothing serious in your heart at all...sheees man...LOL you do amaze me with where your one track mind goes.
well done and best of luck to you.
Tory
love you more
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