- Erotic Poetry
- L'hotel Malaka
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Click hereEven the dusty lobby palms looked limp
I filled a bucket from the ice machine
then panted
two floors up
to Sophie’s room
Beneath the ceiling fan
she sat cross-legged
on the stone-cool floor
in that purple darkness
between purgatory and Mtv
wearing only panties in the August heat
“Where’s the sound?” I asked
“Off
I hate hip-hop
but love to watch
the black girls bop”
I slid a cube
between the cotton and her skin
gently pushed it further in
and watched her flicker
blue in cathode glow
laid back and puddling on the floor
She stopped me halfway through
“Just a minute – wait - I love to watch this song”
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- COMMENTS
Angelineover 16 years agoa character in one of your poems or stories? I seem to recall the name. It's a very good poem. I'd make some edits, but I always want to edit.
ElmerGlewover 16 years agois just awesome. I could quibble about line breaks--I hate one word lines--but that would be mere fussiness. This is a really good poem. Take it elsewhere. Now.
LeBrozover 16 years agoThis is so hot, I'm wondering how the ice cubes survived long enough to be written about.
WickedEveover 16 years agoFirst, thank you for brightening my day with this lovely piece. Your poem has been mentioned on the new poems thread.
