Among layers of bestial fur
she lays, predator hidden well.
Feline eyes on constant move,
purring of a hushed desire.
Body bathed in cobalt blue,
adorned with diamond scales,
treasure trail on a map,
vibes of power tempting.
Changing mold of primal passion,
sapphire shadow that grows and bends
femme fatale skilled to play every part,
mistress holding thousand faces.
As the sun marks the world
in passing colors ,
her skin, white canvas,
where imagination paints.
Silhouette of passion,
ambushed prey
in animalistic want,
ignited ecstasy.
Serenade of hungry roars.
She rises from the wild,
marble clay without a sculptor,
woman with a painted mask.
Author notes
This is a dedication to one of my most adored characters from the X-Men cast: the shapeshifting Mystique. A dominating woman without personality as her body changes constantly. With her only the imagination is the limit.
A contest entry
- X is for X-STASY OF X-MEN....Adults only on Way to Z by Blue Rew.
1260 points, ended December 11, 2007, 3 entries
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Congrats and very wll deserved!
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This is a sweet poem touching the sentiments of the true lover here descrining the scenario of the loveful heart..I love this piece..you did a wonderful job here..thanks for sharing this write..well done...
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Outstanding display of ecstasy! Just what the theme calls for expressed in powerful and tantalizing display. Blue
I did question the spelling of Mystique??
I've only seen it with the y spelling but
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My my my! How did I manage to allow that typo crawl past my sensors?
Thank you for your comment. You know I always cherish deeply your opinion.
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very nice
x-men is sweet
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