My mental state is a state of ruins
after your spineless vows
once again collapsed
in the pivotal moment
of put or shut up.
And still I'm tempted
by your cool and savory touch,
the sweet sensation of you on my lips,
on my toungue, and deep within me...
the willing victim of your sensuous snare.
Author notes
10 lines, Prompt: ice cream headaches from broken promises
A contest entry
- PiF PROMPT CONTEST by penman.
625 points, ended May 24, 2008, 10 entries
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Comments
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Wonderful
Very well done. Best of luck in the contest.
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Ohhh... what a creative take on the prompt!! The pain and the passion... I was getting hot under the collar and then saw the prompt and was like phew!! lol
Excellent write!
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