Clambering down my spine with pleasure
Contorting the view of simplicity
For neither am I simple nor intricate
I am a body of connections that flows, varies
Amends to your touch
Because of this floating essence that covers
My shame,
It reveals this demureness
That I detest
I Abhor feelings, traveling across this body that is yours
For the taking
Profane thoughts of pleasure lives within me
And floats freely as mosaic colors
I stand before you a faded portrait of seduction
A canvas of beauty that is not understood
Other than by you
Let not this backward vision deny the pleasure
That you most implore, from me
Just paint this flurry of distorted emotions,
Within your palette
Of desire
Author notes
You tell me what it is
images by: ~paulrichardjames @ www.deviantart.com
Eastern Torso
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A contest entry
- . by Aurora Ceres.
1000 points, ended March 2, 2008, 8 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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great piece mykee you penned here
very well played with my poet imagination
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I like how different you are with your writing. This is wonderful. "I am a body of connections that flows, varies
Amends to your touch
Because of this floating essence that covers
My shame," Love this part. Keep Writing!
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