- Erotic Poetry
- Dressed to Kill
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Click hereCarnival mask in scarlet
To match her lips
Colors her decadent mood
Makes each step a strut
As silk thighs whisper in the night
Her coat slips from her shoulder
For the doorman
Offering alabaster tipped with pink
He slips on his composure
Too late to even speak
As she saunters into the halo
Offered by muted streetlights
Patent heels that click the rhythm
Of her desire
Her ankles wrapped in straps with shiny buckles
Requiring almost obscene contortion from her to fasten
Fingertips tipped in ruby
Glide down her throat
Tracing complex curves
In her bemusement
As the taxi driver struggles to watch
Her memory a lingering scent
That leaves him wondering whether he collected
His fare and not caring
An overcoat puddles by the door
Sensuous curves on display
As she offers him her desire
Dying to celebrate their passion
- COMMENTS
sassynycalmost 16 years agovery sexy and sensual poem. the ability to seduce with words is a gift. and nary a blue word did you utter.
i'd love to quote a favorite line, but there are far too many. suffice it to say, you had me swooning over the description of a strappy shoe. sent shivers right through me. has great appeal to the sensibilites of a clothes horse.
:)
Anonymousalmost 18 years agoI'm not sure why, but this poem makes me think of the lyrical synopsis of a scene out of a Neil Gaiman story. Take that as you will, but it's intended as a high compliment.
ghost_girlalmost 18 years ago"slips on composure" excellent line
loved the whole poem
g_g
