Pondering the indelible...

no love for the wicked


She offers
sweetness and light
to be sundered
and plundered by my decadent ways,
as I play with her pleasure
to ingratiate my desire.

Faux respect offered,
currying favor
for her favors
once again.
No desire to be used,
but I use her.


Sweets are the sweeter
by the act of refusing,
with smiles,
those offered.
Then plundering with bared teeth,
to sate my appetite.


It will all end in tears.
But the salt with the sweet
is a perverted taste
that appeals.
Love offered is denied
while lust is slowly refined.

Hmm... I particularly enjoy 'Faux respect... '
 
Pressing her finger to my lips
she silences me.
”Lets keep this tactile,”
she whispers into my mouth.
Her eyes meet mine and
the look she offers
makes me remember
that mouths
are for more than talking
and lips
are for more than smiling.
Then she reminds me
how gratifying tongues are,
for much more than just tasting.

Fool, you truly amaze.

:rose:
 
Future blurt?

Can a halo be noticed when she is wearing nothing else?
 
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There has to be something I can do with this:



Guys type one-handed because they are beating their meat. Girls type one-handed because they are holding the phone.
 
Fool - I don't wish to interrupt the flow but I'd love to post the poem young son just brought home today? Made me grin.

(I'll type it just as he did, though I can't get the indentations right.)

Kiwi or kiwi

Black and white fur and bite
Walks softly in the night to
fight and bite a prey
After Midnight and Chewy
comes to rub against me
She is my friend Kiwi the
Cat.

Blacky, Jonesey, Midnight, and
Kiwi happily wait for breakfast
Of tasty fish from a silver can
Eedge is different than the others
And eats away from them
He is white and kind of old

Though they all get along
Sometimes fight but usually not me
We leave our home not knowing
What goes on maybe sleeping
Maybe fighting but can't get out
Or in cause they are in the
Cat condo.

(And then there's a very cool picture of a cat eating out of a food dish.)

:)
 
Fool - I don't wish to interrupt the flow but I'd love to post the poem young son just brought home today? Made me grin.

(I'll type it just as he did, though I can't get the indentations right.)

Kiwi or kiwi

Black and white fur and bite
Walks softly in the night to
fight and bite a prey
After Midnight and Chewy
comes to rub against me
She is my friend Kiwi the
Cat.

Blacky, Jonesey, Midnight, and
Kiwi happily wait for breakfast
Of tasty fish from a silver can
Eedge is different than the others
And eats away from them
He is white and kind of old

Though they all get along
Sometimes fight but usually not me
We leave our home not knowing
What goes on maybe sleeping
Maybe fighting but can't get out
Or in cause they are in the
Cat condo.

(And then there's a very cool picture of a cat eating out of a food dish.)

:)




That is excellent. I like it. Whether he knew it or not there were some good metaphors and a little bit of allegory going on there.
 
That is excellent. I like it. Whether he knew it or not there were some good metaphors and a little bit of allegory going on there.

:kiss: Thanks, Fool.

I know they've been studying techniques at gifted but this is the first serious poem he's shared with us.

(And I had to find it at the bottom of his backpack. Ahem. I did get it before it got too messed up, at least.)

:D
 
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