She Plays Well
7 January, 2009
Author: Mental
eyes flicker down
behind the candlelight
hair cover half of her face
a sight you
can't replace.
perfume lingers
smells that are erotic
we touch fingers
my mind goes psychotic.
she plays well
from her taste
i can tell.
an angel?
a devil?
either way
i'll beg to her level.
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| Tarna (75.16.229.82) -- Friday, January 9 2009, 05:10 pm I can feel the sensual tension in this one.. Very nice write indeed.. sounds like a beautiful moment to treasure.. |
| rage (66.153.240.162) -- Thursday, September 5 2013, 01:01 am I can sense the smells and mood in this one, nice |
| yobird (162.197.71.9) -- Wednesday, March 26 2014, 08:24 pm keep the faith, bro |
| mental (71.68.228.189) -- Wednesday, March 26 2014, 10:32 pm thank you |
| Tarna (107.133.200.6) -- Thursday, March 27 2014, 12:19 pm I still really like this one.. Very sensual. I can easily see the scene portrayed in this. |
| mental (71.68.228.189) -- Thursday, March 27 2014, 07:06 pm thank you for comment |
| taboo (172.56.4.130) -- Thursday, October 16 2014, 01:11 am so close yet so far, did or did not go well? nice well written insight to your emotions. |
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