lips settle into curves
separated by degrees of desire
glistening red
as tongue captures the moisture
of heightened expectation
with each silky caress
Author notes
credit photobucket.com
In a list
A contest entry
- Glitter Smiling PIF by carole21.
800 points, ended August 26, 2008, 9 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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My Mum and my girls always called me a floosy because without realising it I would run my tongue over my lips when talking to cute guys. LOL They say I still do it but I am sure I don't. LOL Excellent short and powerful. This gave me some old memories I maybe should not share. LOL
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lots and lots of imagery you can just get from a few words typed,soooo wonderful!!!!!!!!!
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This is a poem that sticks to one's ribs.
It is infact like a grape perfect in sweetness and body. So one can twirl it on their tongue and enjoy the flavor long after it has been consumed.
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well done
Develops a vivid and intense image.
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nicely penned . . thanks for the contest entry
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Wonderfully penned as always. You have certainly evoked so many degrees on emotion in this.
All the best.
gaylene
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You are Good.
As a judge I would choose you for the Gold.
Really the best take on the pic.
Congrats.
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very smooth and discriptive poem!!
best of luck
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with each silky caress-very well written Bunny
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