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In the painted shadows of day
she paused in soft reflection
in treasured memories,
teased, a lover past
ghostly arms buttered round her waist.
Titillatingly; she inhaled his fantasy
her hands---(guilty in thought)
trembled shyly toward temptation's allure
gained ground--and
confidence.
The evening passed,
secretly.
Low soft moans spiced the stark room.
As a supple silhouette danced cross drawn shades
in naughty—shadow/puppet play.
*
A contest entry
- Eva by the Window by Ariosto II..
1750 points, ended May 24, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is a very good poem... sensual, tantilizing. Your words have brought vivid imigary to this remarkable piece. And all done in good taste, leaving the mind to appreciate the subtly erotic inuendo.
Good job
Dee
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Nicely done!
Stark rooms should always have low soft moans.
thanks for entering my contest
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