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Click here"No strings attached," she whispered,
and was quite literal at that.
She'd rather tedious silk garrotes,
the more corporate the better.
Although she was bound, she had me tied
and mesmerized in a four post bed,
three by three encased in feminine velvet.
Her spell, a ylang ylang veil,
wrapping, no, warping all good sense
in ivory limbs. The taste of
Yamazaki lips, a smooth poison
went down an easy down to a
lovelier, sweeter flavored noose.
But the cinch and killer was
the black bra without panties,
that little black tuft, my happy death.
that delivers at the end - decidedly nicely done. Sweet O.
which is maybe part of the point of the poem (smile). The poem invokes a clear and strong image - but I think it could be stronger with ..less. Specifically: I find the second stanza weak, especially the last line. Not sure about "her spell" either, or why whiskey is poison and the noose? it's a bit confusing. That said, I love the final stanza .