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beauty, condensed
When reduced to her smallest terms
even straight women want to hold this thing
so condensed, whittled,
boiled down into the essence of what you desire.
Not her name,
only the glow.
Sex and shiver of the sexual
being that moves beauty to its side
for a clear view of its closest companion.
Woman reduced to a sliver of herself,
a piece of jewelry to display
or contain in small packages
opened with hinge,
lined in velvet, crushed.
How is it you create
this slut fucking bitch who dreams of being stopped
hand smacked and abandoned where she might
have room to re-inflate into something real,
something that cannot be worn
something that cannot be packaged
and passed across the table.
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what else can i say.......it has all been said to this point...nicely done......don
the next time you write one of these 'catch you off guard and knock you down' type of poems, anna! The phrase that clotheslined Me was, "Sex and shiver of the sexual being that moves beauty to its side for a clear view of its closest companion". Dammit girl! You own the joint with this piece! Uhmmm...do I have to tell you its My favorite work of the day? <smile>
Vixxx
This poem is like getting dumped by a big wave .You can see it coming ,you know it's good but you get bowled over anyway - and then you have to keep coming back.