Her beautiful red dress,
Clung to her curves just right.
He could only look,
As she moved gracefully down the street.
She turned slightly,
Her eyes a blue as deep as the ocean.
Her gaze settled on his,
Lust was in their eyes.
Her curled, long, brown hair,
Framed her delicate face.
Her hands motioned,
for him to come to her.
He walked up to her,
grabbed her hand and smiled.
They headed to his home,
And fulfilled their lustful needs.
When he awoke,
She was gone from his life.
She lived on in his memories,
Of that lustful night.
She had never gotten his name,
Nor had he gotten hers.
He would always remember that night,
And his Lust for that red dress and curls.
Author notes
Lust
A contest entry
- Crimson Carnage of Lethal Lust by DayDreamMuse.
1560 points, ended January 28, 2008, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is as a mini story.
It does head in the right direction, but then
seems to shy away from the details of that
lustful night that lives on. Aside from the
red dress and curls, the reader gets no glimpse
of what entices and takes power over him. Blue
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This has its merits. I like that you go into descriptions and have built some nice atmosphere, but you pass the whole moment of lust in my humble opinion. I was just hoping to go to the bedroom and well see lust as lust, but well the poem is in the right direction. Thank you for entering.
~DD~
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