Storm Light
The painted-flower parasol
shading the lamp
glimmers light along her gown
like moon beams.
She fingers the softness
of splayed petals
mussed in the vase alongside,
a prettily restrained pose,
whilst the touch of his lips and hand
quicken lightning through her veins,
and a thunderstorm shivers
along her thighs.
shading the lamp
glimmers light along her gown
like moon beams.
She fingers the softness
of splayed petals
mussed in the vase alongside,
a prettily restrained pose,
whilst the touch of his lips and hand
quicken lightning through her veins,
and a thunderstorm shivers
along her thighs.
posted by burning moon at 1:06 PM
3 Comments:
oooo, this is lovely lovely
and you have inserted thighs *grins wildly*, you know I am partial to a nice thigh in a poem lol
*rofl*
Yes I do! And I thought of you thinking that when I wrote it too, lol!
The word thigh should be mandatory in all poems, variations allowable , but thigh should be included at all times, it will test those writing nature poetry etc, but the challenge will only enhance the experience for them lol
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