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Click hereyou didn't script a spell
no feather brush across those lips
that caught an inhale
parting
it was already there
the scent of fingertips
longing skin to rest upon
for beads to quill a trace
to slide a breath so close
a breathless face
you didn't open eyes
that had not watched your step
since long, that had not sighed
the old tales know
how blind and beautiful you are
a dreaming pioneer
how blue eyes glitter gist
when scars are just veneer
you didn't hear the song
but ignorance forgiven
the chorus is too strong
I turned my volume up full blast and
I didn't hear the song ...either <grinin'>
great poem ...okay I'm lieing <laughin>
I didn't turn up the volume <smile>
it was already there
the scent of fingertips
longing skin to rest upon
for beads to quill a trace
to slide a breath so close
a breathless face <--outstanding lines, and I love how you ended this poem. Flowed smooth, and I like the throw in of rhymes here and there. Thanks for the read, saldne
I love the title so I read the poem. This is good, I loose
my way and reread adjusting the volume, its good poetry.
you seem to be toying with a new dialect... it made me slow down and look closely. The second stanza was difficult for me to tie the pieces together. To try to figure out which phrase went with which.
Having said this, much enjoyed!
This one has a great musicality to it, Liar; a rhythm that carries the reader along. Very nice.