In darkness she does come to you
ephemeral creature adorned in lace
drifting there beside your bed
like a virgin sacrifice.
Her crimson locks swirl round her head
contrasting with her milky dress
her winsome smile belies the fear
transparent in her heaving breast.
She lays out on the counterpane
trying to be brave through this ordeal
she wraps herself in satin sheets
in this room her only shield.
Enter you the noble knight
come to claim your shaking prize
she smells your passion, well contained
and fearfully closes her eye.
With manly grace you mount the bed
divesting her of sheet and gown
but in her vacant eyes you see
the spirit that she had is flown.
With gentle touch you bring her back
coaxing her from her airy retreat
and moistening your hungry lips
you open her heart up for your feast.
Author notes
Dos- Love.
Who doesn't die over love poems?!
Once again, DEEP! No puppy love or one-night stands.
It's love not lust. Keep it sensual, not pornstar worthy.
Make my heart ache!!
(PS happy love.)
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A contest entry
- Not for the Weak. (Six for luck!) by Curious LiLi.
452 points, ended October 13, 2008, 10 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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The description of the girl is magnificent! I love the story line, I love the genre. This was really intense and wonderfully written. And the use of words was brilliant.
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This is a great write. It flows wonderfully, and has a touching story. I love the age of this, and the vocabulary was unique.
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You dissect...
brilliant!
nice treatment....
Kisses, honey!
Galaxy2
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Humm..this is the story and its gist to create the atmosphere of the love between him' and her...warm piece indeed...
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Thank you for commenting on this piece, I had a lot of trouble getting the story to flow right.
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