There was one thing left to do
After all the buttons were undone
And porcelain skin freed of its
Silken sheath.
He clasped the clip that held her hair up,
Twisted like an unbloomed flower upon
The fragile stem.
A slight pull and loose curls
Unfurled and shined
Against her moonlit
Back.
He knew then,
That roses bloomed
At midnight.
Author notes
# 33 (hairclip) A*l*e*x*i*s-R*u*e*a*l
A contest entry
- sensual versus sensual by Shadow Anonymised.
400 points, ended August 28, 7 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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AWESOME!!!
so tender and passionate all at the same time...incredibly romantic in just the right way... Great job poet!! Thanks for sharing. Keep that ink flowing!!
peace and light,
Kendal
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Wow this is so excellent it flows well and it runs real smooth, Good luck in the contest. This is really good. Thank you for sharing and I really enjoyed your wright. Keep penning so I can read again.
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