Movement
Your movement,
though refined is urgent.
Succulence riles my palpable need
as your tone manifests
in seductive mockery,
taunting at will
all that is tangible.
Memories flow and dance
while your tune strokes
my eventual fall,
I empty myself on the floor
as the dance concedes
and my pulse ebbs away
A contest entry
- Music by mrdurflinger.
700 points, ended November 24, 2008, 6 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
any feed back is always helpful
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wow
what a line
I empty myself on the floor -
a worthy win of the trophy I think!
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"I empty myself on the floor as the dance concedes and my pulse ebbs away." This is beautiful work, Terry.
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Memories flow and dance while your tune strokes. This line shows the true passion of artist.
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thank you
many thanks for your time and comments.
TC
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Wow...this is truly amazing...such a riveting piece!
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Thank you too
Many thanks for your time and comments, I really appreciate them both.
TC
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sensual and seduces this reader to fall with you. well done
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Thank you Patty
Thank you so much for your comments. I have sent you a couple of lines about your photos and I'm waiting for your third line too.
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wow
this is a very sensual piece, cleverly written and flows seemlessly along then abruptly ending..and though i could feel the end coming..i didn't want it to end, yet..great write my friend!
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Thank you
Again you do me an honor.
Thanks
TC
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