Shiny.
It sparkled.
Lips of scarlet and teeth so very white…
White as skin perfect,
Porcelain.
Snow is much darker than your skin.
So pale.
My ruby lips cannot resist…
Pressed against, enclose such perfection
Beneath my craving tongue… ravenous…
withdrawing
crimson-colored ecstasy…
Author notes
Written August 22nd, 2004
A contest entry
- Beauty of the Fetish (Feet Preferred) by Novae.
350 points, ended August 23, 2004, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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this is so good! I, like everyone else, love the descriptions you gave. and I'm partial to describing people as porcelain and china. I think my favorite line is "crimson-colored ecstacy". that's just such a good line. and I'm like to say that you described my perfect person with the ruby lips and pale white skin. Great job on this and good luck in the contest!
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Wow, can snow really be darker than anything else? That's seriously white. It reminds me of that movie "Powder" where he had some sort of skin disorder where the pigment didn't exist or something. Cool but weird write
-Abby Eyeball- -
ah, this poem cover three of my fetishes... red lips, pale pale skin, and blood. mmm. thank you very much for your comment!
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Porcelain skin and ruby lips...What passion they inspire! The hunger for that divine combination sparks a lust like no other. Perhaps a blood lust? This poem evokes an aching need and paints a sinfuly radiant picture of desire. I love the imagry of snow, as a comparison for shimmering whiteness and perhaps an illustration of innocence as well. Beautifully written, succinct without being spare. I'll wish you luck, but with a piece this good, I don't think you'll need it.
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