. . . accentuated curves in
voluptuous shades of russet,
cascading fabric pours
color over me.
He chose this
lovely dress for me; a
beautiful present...
He said sure honey,
let me help you
after I bathe you,
which might take hours. . .
and hours later, here we are.
no where near our apartment.
That gaze of his disconcerts,
a sea of people divide us,
but his eyes
show me a heated demeanor;
I feel it, under my dress,
caressing me. . .
. . .and from
across the room,
my mind numbing need,
it gets so I cannot concentrate.
People talk, I hear nothing,
because I cannot escape his focus.
I am not afraid, not in the least.
In fact, I want so much for him
to touch me right now,
in front of everyone,
party people,
party food, party music,
it all fades away.
All I can hear is my breath
catching in my throat, his
strong and calloused observation,
his stare; fills the place
only he can. .
Control I give him over me
is absolute, and so I wait. . .
I wait until there's
no more reason to resist;
I walk with purpose toward the restroom,
he follows me. . .
As I knew he would. . .
voluptuous shades of russet,
cascading fabric pours
color over me.
He chose this
lovely dress for me; a
beautiful present...
He said sure honey,
let me help you
after I bathe you,
which might take hours. . .
and hours later, here we are.
no where near our apartment.
That gaze of his disconcerts,
a sea of people divide us,
but his eyes
show me a heated demeanor;
I feel it, under my dress,
caressing me. . .
. . .and from
across the room,
my mind numbing need,
it gets so I cannot concentrate.
People talk, I hear nothing,
because I cannot escape his focus.
I am not afraid, not in the least.
In fact, I want so much for him
to touch me right now,
in front of everyone,
party people,
party food, party music,
it all fades away.
All I can hear is my breath
catching in my throat, his
strong and calloused observation,
his stare; fills the place
only he can. .
Control I give him over me
is absolute, and so I wait. . .
I wait until there's
no more reason to resist;
I walk with purpose toward the restroom,
he follows me. . .
As I knew he would. . .
Author notes
Option 4; Tamara by Tanantbek Chekirov
A contest entry
- Adult only - Artist inspired contest by Reptile Lady by Reptile Lady.
545 points, ended September 17, 2008, 11 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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very yummy i must say.

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Wow. Amazing! Just all like all of your work! That's it! I'm hooked onto your poetry! Lol. Bravo!


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Wow
Should have been a gold indeed this a person could feel the heat off it great write here

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Control I give him over me
is absolute, and so I wait. . .
I wait until there's
no more reason to resist;
I walk with purpose toward the restroom,
he follows me. . .
As I knew he would. . .
Though I'm young I'm old in wisdom. And your writing seems just as somber sister dear. Though it hides in it's own mask. It's a shard of hope, a tiny glimmer in an intense blackness. Like you keep reaching towards trust in all these poems. I'm hoping to become a lyricist. Wish me luck.
~Amy

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Wonderful
Such a great creation for the prompt. so very well done. Congratulations on the bronze.

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Wow. Your work is truly amazing JinSays! I love this piece, and so many others! I cant stop reading!
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Excellent
Very well written, indeed with just the right touch of inuendo and sensuality. You've expressed your self quite well. Thanks for sharing.
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I'll be right back!
OK, pheeew, sorry I had to go take a cold shower real quick! Now what do I like best about this poem...
Ummm...everything? What a vivid picture. Shower time again. Why this guy ever left the apartment in the first place is what I don't understand! Forget the party!
Reaction
Put that dress sweet heart...
no dear, you misunderstood,
put on only the dress...
my love, you are so beautiful
those cascading fabrics pour
the colors over your voluptous curves.
It accenuates your sensual body so well.
I feel guilty dear...
truly bought this dress for you,
but admiring you in it...
was a meant for myself.
Let's stay in, dance
in front of the fireplace with...
with the fire and the candle light
casting upon you my vision of beauty.
Can you feel me caressing you with my eyes...
underneath your dress...
from across the room.
y mind is numb...
I cannot break my focus.
Don't be afraid my love.
I want so much...
just to touch you right now.
I'm glad we're not at the party,
I could not resist to touch...
there in front of everyone.
I can feel my heart
beating in my throat.
Come with me,
there's no need to resist.
follow me to the shower...
where I will gladly bath you...
though it will last for hours!

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Congrats on the bronze!
& thanks so much for your kind
comment on my piece,
I really appreciate your inspiring comments.
Take care talented poet
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A damn fine piece of poetry, from a damn fine poet...you are truly a goddess of the prose, Jinny...
This one is truly a winner in my books, but so are you...


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Wow a fantastic story you have penned from this image..
you read her beautifully
and I can visualize the scene
thank you for your entry and best wishes
Julie
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ssssssmoken hot
You have penned a winner here. Atta girl Jin as always a very enjoyable read. Best of luck to you my friend, Boog

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I think this was a gorgeous write
penned with passion, lovely thoughts
& imagery portrayed.
Wonderful write!
& best of luck
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you sunshine! are an awesome poet!!!! I enjoyed


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that IS distracting. now i'm not going to be able to leave my chair for while. thanks at lot! [no. really . . . thanks ] -juvenilephish


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Nice job. The hunger shows through very well. I enjoyed the poem very much. Best of luck in the contest and keep up the good work.
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Whew! this is intense indeed!
I can picture the whole thing vividly in my mind. That's a sign of true poetry. The picture, words, and background all came together in perfect harmony. Best of luck here!!!!


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I believe this is how it is across a room, observations are key, and very active mind wise, Lovely piece of diplomacy Jin,


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applause and good luck
Your words have reminded me
of days gone by
the feeling of intensity
as eyes of lust
stared through my soul
bravo

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my god if this is your muse interrupted, then I wonder what its like when its been concentrating.. HOT sissy.. wOOt!!! You did an Fantastic job here.. if I do say so myself..

good luck in the contest..
though me thinks, I'm the one going to need the help here. the competition is on fire..
kat



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good luck my dear sweet sister.. you can do it..
kat

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