she eyed him carefully.
giving him her best come-hither look
as her hands slowly slipped
through the layers of fabric
he watched her half frightened
wondering what would come next
with shaking arms pulled her closer
holding nothing back
she smiled like a hunter
an evil little grin
she liked this little game
she played: just like a man.
Author notes
sh. I didn't want you to beg. I just don't think I'm good enough for your contests. lol. that's why i didn't enter before. but here is my attempt, just to appease you.
A contest entry
- Thoughts to (and from) the Public. by SurelyWritten.
1000 points, ended March 28, 2008, 6 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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I like this write because I relate to it. You know I've been called a bit of a man-eater, and sometimes a heart breaker or a "player". Not because I'm mean and heartless, I just know how to play the game "like a man," and I know how to beat them at it...
I loved the line "he watched her half-frightened." It is very good, and well placed.
I loved the ending too, again, because I felt like this poem is somewhat definitive of me, (or at least was because now I am with Paul and I no longer see love as a game, ya know?)
I don't know what kind of crazy thoughts went through your head to make you think you were not good enough for one of my contests, you know thats crazy. I hardly ever read anything from you that I don't absolutely love...
Okay, and now what does the title mean, should I know this? Probably, but I'm on my deathbed so I need help.
Love you hun, See you soon.
-Shirley
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lol. I'm so glad you like this...
it's because when it comes to Allpoetry, and life... you make me feel like the less pretty fat sister that no one really likes but is nice to because you're incredible. lol. I totally turn green whenever I read anything you write.
you're on your death bed? oh no! should I start walking now??
the title is French for a "joy girl" or hooker, it seemed to fit, because girls can't be players without people calling them whores. which blows. lol -
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((Okay, Shirley loves title! Perfect fit.))
You are so insane, you know that your ten times the poet I am.. Mine are always choppy and yours are always smooth and powerful. Me = Jealous.
Yea, I'm on my deathbed, I passed out twice today, and I've had to work 30 hours in the past three days (including today).. I'm dizzy and in pain and stuff. I have to go to the female doctor.
I don't wanna.
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first off. liars go to the bad place. so quit it.
& second, I'm so sorry you're sick I hope you feel better *hands Shirley a big bowl of chicken noodle soup*
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