He sits
surrounded by a harem
who never wanted
the semester to end.
We drink his humor
like a blond lager
licking foamy head
from our lips.
We toss our hair back
as we laugh
and run our fingers
'round the rim
of our glass,
leaning in closer,
to ride his every breath.
A contest entry
- Tea at 7:50? by J.J. Sass.
2250 points, ended February 28, 2009, 13 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
1 - 13 of 13
-
I love where you took the prompt. Thanks so much for entering.
-
Cool, great stuff!!!
Sweet, reflective & made me smile...
Oh the impetuous of youth & dreamy lecturers... sigh...
Keep up the good work...
Well done!!!
-
cute
-
Sensual
I should say sensual and sharp images of adulation.
The scene moves naturally until line 7, where it judders a little with the double entendre, I wonder?
I like the fingers on glass rims and leaning close to ride on his breath into fantasy land. Nice. -
Wow.
It is not often that I read such sensuality of subtle perfection! Well done, Danna. You are truly a star. Allow me to give you an MG -- Myra Gold
Love
Myra
-
Is this about Rick? heh.
-
-
Who else would it be about
But don't tell him!
-
-
No. His ego is healthy enough without this!
-
-
So true.
-
-
-
-
Nicely done! I hink your poetry is getting better and better - and it was always good. The thing I liked here was the comparison between a young man and beer. A lot of people have had relationships based on less! And I also got something of a bit of whimsy for me old high school somehow - and I hated the place! Good job! - ocerus
-
This sounds like my Spring 1985, art appreciation class!
*sigh, memories*
One of the many reasons I miss teaching....
Prof's don't make much $$, so compensation must be found in other places
liked this one a lot
-
-
I knew it!
-
Ah, and so it is found in the adoration of young ladies.
-
Adding your comment:
1 - 13 of 13
