Thundering lust worthy words in my ear
He's breached this thirsty soul
My writhing flesh arches
We've not yet begun
I want to sin
Against my own will
Do it, he says, Do it
We belong to no one tonight
Hot buttered scotch fills the air
Mmmm, Do...it! Do...it!
Dripping scotch cock
on the rocks...
In a list
A contest entry
- You Didn't Think I Would Forget Us, Did You? Women ONLY by Dalaney.
1400 points, ended May 9, 2008, 14 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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i like the loud alliteration in that first line
ah sin, it is so very tempting isn't it \ i keep seeing food inpoems lol it must be an omen. a good poem here. andif the bottle is no solution , why does it feel so warm? we're just children inside. why does everything feel so... broken?
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the arch of butterscotch kisses that swell in time. you got the room heated up girl!!!!
hope you take home a fat ol' trophy on this one.
Tamara
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wow, I thirst, for the well of silk, the intoxicating bliss of stereo kisses in diverse places, the butterrum hardness melting like candy slowly in the vacumn of your grasp. excellent write...Artis
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