Leaning in, I smell the perfume of body spray and cunt,
the curve of her chin and soft fullness in her lips belie
her age. The firm upturn of her breasts gives way
to the sorrow that brings her here, as playful eyes
draw my tongue toward her need, more flame than thought,
her hand surrounds the firm desire that I know will give us peace.
and for a moment it does.
A contest entry
- ugly love by Cat.
2750 points, ended October 24, 2008, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments welcome
Comments
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you paint a picture of the physical sex and how at the end i felt the sadness of using it to cover for something else.
thank you for this entry in our contest. I appreciate you taking the time.

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i just don't get ugly love from this- at all..
i like the title
but beyond that this reads like
all poetry erotica and doesn't really fit the contest directives
i do appreciate your efforts though,
thanks,
Mary


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hmmmmm...
Perhaps ugly as well as beauty is in the eye of the beholder~
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Imagery and emotion imbued with the ugliness of being devoid of anything else except that momentry need, neat title btw.




