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Rubied lips
Licked and bitten
Nervous...this nuance
Revealing she's smitten.

Dare not to glance
His aroma...enough
For she's drunk and now tipsy
She may spill...off the cuff

Through lashes she'll peek
Only once, with back turned
Studied in private...
Agility earned.

Familiar in theory
To stay safe...apropos
Nay, there taps a new voice...
A perspective, from below

Previously unknown
Her vagina's opinion,
Till now and with force...
It's declared...she's no minion

Riding shotgun no longer
The reins do impart...
"Autonomous rule"
To her loins, will now start!

Driven...audacious
A virago she's not!
A comburent vixen...
With an erotic, hot slot!

Her demeanor now simmers
With ease and finesse,
No matter what vestments...
Equate the voyeur-undress!

Then dancing by moonlight
On a downy, soft haven
Her heart and her mind,
Do now laud the sweet maven!

Trusting her always
To lead with eminent poise...
Deliquescing frigidity
As the body's Viceroy.

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bflagsstbflagsstalmost 15 years ago
i pretty much like all your poems

but your killing me with all the (...) lotsa people overdue it, I find myself ending every other poem with it in the early drafts. But the thing is, every poem is only saying a bit of what you want to say, we already have the (...) as readers of poems in our head. It's a habit, you can use commas just as easily most places. It's the sort of thing that will make a magazine editor automatically pass on your work no matter how good. Keep writing.

normal jeannormal jeanalmost 15 years ago
I knew

the first time I read you that you would be a poet to watch. Keep up the good work!

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