Intertwine slender appendages
with the warmth of all you could offer,
should the notion ever pass your fancy-
don't worry though, boy, that's one question I won't proffer.
Stroke with careless ingenuity
the scars along my face-
giving the tender sanctity
that in you- I could never find a trace.
Placate these detrimental tendencies
with a sharp tug of splintered rope
as it wraps around pale neck-
come on now, it's the only way I can cope.
Kiss these cracked lips
they're dying for a taste of desire
the kind that only you could give-
the kind that lit blazing fire.
The fire that burned the house down,
as we sat out on dying lawn,
laughing as only lovers do
watching for sirens in rising dawn.
Author notes
Screw it. Said I wasn't going to enter-
but I will be damned if I'm going to let a bit of rhyming scare me.
Pierrot
Masochism.
"In life there are two things that bring me pleasure- blood and chocolate. Make me bleed and give me reeses after- and I'll be yours forever"
Not too pleased with this actually. It came out.. ew.
I hate rhyme v.v
A contest entry
- Random Options by Shrat.
700 points, ended January 1, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Enter all your poems that begin for a number, character or symbol. [series, part 2 of 27] by xxRainbowDawnxx.
600 points, ended June 19, 35 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Be harsh, be specific.
Comments
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This is so beautiful. I quite love it.
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I like this. For some reason, reading it, the rhyme didn't jump out, even though it followed a fairly straightforward rhythm, and I had to look for it. I really liked that, and am not sure how you did it, or even if it was intentional, but nice job there. Love the prompt you used, I think next to music it was my favorite in the contest as well. Nice job!
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