in my shirt

[anniebug]

In my shirt

a musky whiff
the hardness, egyptian cotton starched
and pressed, against her skin
fourhundred threads smooth.

the sharp clap of blood whipped
pounding rhythms as if she,
she dances the sharp
hard beats of hip hop.

the straight and silky
red, power,
all man, all me
dividing a world
of curved planes.

what other place can be
but knees
and worship?

 

[WickedEve]

haven't been here for such a long time

Ah well, thought I give it a stab:

In my shirt

a musky whiff
the hardness, egyptian cotton starched
and pressed, against her skin
fourhundred threads smooth.

the sharp clap of blood whipped
pounding rhythms as if she,
she dances the sharp
hard beats of hip hop.

the straight and silky
red, power,
all man, all me
dividing a world
of curved planes.

what other place can be
but knees
and worship?


(c) MCD 2006

Long time indeed.
I like it. Of course I like D/s or D/s like themed poetry. Good ones, that as. This is a good one. You take something simple like the shirt and go with it.

 

[WickedEve]

oops oops

Hey, where did you go?

 

[anniebug]

Well what can I say. I posted under the wrong name and tried to delete. This is of course the other half of the equation.

Good to see you

M

Long time indeed.
I like it. Of course I like D/s or D/s like themed poetry. Good ones, that as. This is a good one. You take something simple like the shirt and go with it.

 

[WickedEve]

Well what can I say. I posted under the wrong name and tried to delete. This is of course the other half of the equation.

Good to see you

M

I saw the MCD and thought it was you.

 

[anniebug's man]

It is still embarrassing. One could think I had gender identity problems.



am

I

I saw the MCD and thought it was you.

 

[WickedEve]

It is still embarrassing. One could think I had gender identity problems.



am

I

That is such a classy av.

 

[TheRainMan]

In my shirt

a musky whiff
the hardness, egyptian cotton starched
and pressed, against her skin
fourhundred threads smooth.

the sharp clap of blood whipped
pounding rhythms as if she,
she dances the sharp
hard beats of hip hop.

the straight and silky
red, power,
all man, all me
dividing a world
of curved planes.

what other place can be
but knees
and worship?

nice poem.

 

[anniebug's man]

It is there to guard my secret identity. I am Mr. Incredible (middle aged fat and all) if I appeared in my cape then everyone would know. And vot good would that do.

am

I

That is such a classy av.

 

[WickedEve]

In my shirt

a musky whiff
the hardness, egyptian cotton starched
and pressed, against her skin
fourhundred threads smooth.

the sharp clap of blood whipped
pounding rhythms as if she,
she dances the sharp
hard beats of hip hop.

the straight and silky
red, power,
all man, all me
dividing a world
of curved planes.

what other place can be
but knees
and worship?

Okay, now that I know this was written by M and not E, I'm reading it differently and it makes more sense. You really need to stop showing up in annie's skin.

 

[WickedEve]

It is there to guard my secret identity. I am Mr. Incredible (middle aged fat and all) if I appeared in my cape then everyone would know. And vot good would that do.

am

I

Don't you know that most women adore old, fat guys? My guy is old and I think he's getting, or hiding, a beer belly. But I swear, if I'm walking along in the grocery store and I see a guy 50s or 60s with silver hair and built like him, I'm all... ohhhhh baaabbeee! Now, if I could get him into a cape.

 

[anniebug]

Don't you know that most women adore old, fat guys? My guy is old and I think he's getting, or hiding, a beer belly. But I swear, if I'm walking along in the grocery store and I see a guy 50s or 60s with silver hair and built like him, I'm all... ohhhhh baaabbeee! Now, if I could get him into a cape.

Exactly! But the cape does get in the way sometimes. One flip too many and he has me trussed up like a....oh wait.

Never mind.

E

 

[WickedEve]

Exactly! But the cape does get in the way sometimes. One flip too many and he has me trussed up like a....oh wait.

Never mind.

E

Capes, belts, whips, scary toys, lube... it's all good.

Night night.

 

[anniebug's man]

Thank you very much. Why do you think or feel so?

am

nice poem.

 

[anniebug's man]

Anyone any ideas for a better last strophe?