Choking sour lemon drops
down one by one,
you fed them too fast
as you shoved your hands
in my coin slots
waiting for cherries
to dance on the screen
(for your pleasure)
and my gold to fill you.
I turned my hips away
your hands shredding
my body towards you,
I too waited for the gold,
the ding of victory
to come, with power to kill,
and bury you,
underneath the games
you play in the dark.
Author notes
Omg- I totally just killed myself worrying how I was going to get this done by Friday and lo and behold- It's next Friday.. Can I have an extra point for all the unnecessary anxiety I just went through? : (
Shirley <3 SurelyWritten
A contest entry
- project poetry season one [first round] by blackday.
600 points, ended April 23, 20 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Sexy. This was well constructed too. It was quick enough to get the message across & worded well enough to let my mind, linger on the images.
The gold... I was like, wtf... golden shower-pissing poetry? Sick.
But I'll take the other gold too, of course. :]
It is one of your strongest writes. I really loved this one, Shirlgirl. :]
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Oh dang! I liked this.... probably one of the best I've read thus far in this contest.... Absolutely amazing and I wish u the best of luck! Meg <3
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If it were up to me...I would give you lots of extra points.
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yes.
i bet you waited for the gold longer than he did.
i think i just found some right here.
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