Could this be it,
could she be the one.
She cast her eyes upon me
in a quick yet sultry stare,
a flashing moment in time.
It was a glance built on excitement
a glance built on lust,
her eyes smoldering with desire,
creating pockets of humidity
designed to capture my attention...
and she did.
Her walk was more like a dance
or a chance...
to show me what she really wanted,
each stride carefully planned out,
but flowing so easily
that I wanted to dance along.
And I watched.
Not because she wanted me to
(and she did)
but because I needed to
see her
tell me with her body
that I was important enough
to show off for.
And she did,
with her beauty on the outside
that bled straight to her core.
She had me wanting more.
Our eyes met once again,
but this time I could feel her breath,
and I was blown over by her scent
as a tasted her neck
and we danced.
A contest entry
- Any kind of love by Dorian-Gray.
400 points, ended January 11, 16 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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I can see why you won a trophy.This is great.You are full of talant.The title played a key role in the poem as did the first and last lines.The flow was good and it had an upbeat theme to it.Great job!
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Our eyes met once again,
but this time I could feel her breath,
and I was blown over by her scent
as a tasted her neck
and we danced.
I thought the last few lines of this stanza were superb. Thank you for entering.
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what a sultry delight for the senses
thanks for sharing this and have an awesome 2009
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this is AMAZING sweets!!
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Gorgeous
Wow!!!! Beautiful!! you have always had a talent for writting!I lvoe your work good luck in contest!!! Great job
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