I know
you'll read these words
and remember
sitting in a booth
spinning quarters
eating french fries
and daring me
with those beautiful eyes
to misbehave.
Your gaze deliberately
sliding
into the zippered opening
of my shirt..
caught by diamonds
nestled into lace
Smooth words
coated with sex
and sugared insinuations
dripping from
your dangerous smile.
and the intriguing echo
questioning the taste
of silver...
©Vivid X Photography (diamonds in lace)
8 comments:
Beautiful imagery. Beautiful.
Also, something else I love about your poetry is how it's not totally flush left. Lines are for squares. :)
Thanks, Alexa!!
I prefer the chaos of the random lines. It fits better with the way my brain seems to function at times :-)
Someone should get off his or her butt and publish a book of poems solely about cleavage. It would sell a million. This one would be on the first page.
LOL. I could write an entire book on cleavage all by myself...
Thanks for the compliment.
Please include more pictures in your book;)
LOL. There will be plenty of pics in the book, Mark. But you can find a lot of me on here as well.
;-)
Love the poem. Great imagery. Seriously, write a book. There are more of us who love good erotic and romantic poetry than you know.
High praise comming from the master. Thank you, Wrath, for taking the time to read and comment :-)
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