Randi Grail
Really Really Experienced
- Joined
- May 28, 2004
- Posts
- 492
There are things you can't write stories about and post on Lit, like underage stuff. How about poems? I mean of course not not as erotic poetry.
Could this offend, or would it pass through?
Fiona
hey mister, dance
like you did before
like yesterday in holy heat
of summer afternoon
sun, señoritas, and sangria
fuelled fantastic, frentic
immortal, all man
conquerer casanova
hey mister, say it
say it once again
all those powerful pretty little lies
that makes the pretty little
giggly things in their
summer short pretty little things
swoon and flutter beneath your voice
hey
mister
tell us how
how you sweet talked
wooed, winked, sang
swirled those feet like magic
stirred the lemonade
with your pocket stash
clear liquid fire, almost tasteless
in the right doses
for her
remember her?
all sweet, all smiles
nigthengale laugh, ponytail on the side
and big, beautiful hazel brown eyes
dancing with the grown-ups
for the very first time
she has a name
do you even know it?
did you ask
when you swooped her slender frame
and let her bask in adult attention
and a reassuring smile
under lantern light
in incoming night
and carried her, drunken drowsy
stunned silent by surprise
until escorted out if sight
and still
she didn't realise
you'd stake that claim
and shatter a world harbored holy
in a too young heart
hey mister, tell us why
lost in lust, rioja high
you didn't care
or couldn't hear
her cry
Could this offend, or would it pass through?
Fiona
hey mister, dance
like you did before
like yesterday in holy heat
of summer afternoon
sun, señoritas, and sangria
fuelled fantastic, frentic
immortal, all man
conquerer casanova
hey mister, say it
say it once again
all those powerful pretty little lies
that makes the pretty little
giggly things in their
summer short pretty little things
swoon and flutter beneath your voice
hey
mister
tell us how
how you sweet talked
wooed, winked, sang
swirled those feet like magic
stirred the lemonade
with your pocket stash
clear liquid fire, almost tasteless
in the right doses
for her
remember her?
all sweet, all smiles
nigthengale laugh, ponytail on the side
and big, beautiful hazel brown eyes
dancing with the grown-ups
for the very first time
she has a name
do you even know it?
did you ask
when you swooped her slender frame
and let her bask in adult attention
and a reassuring smile
under lantern light
in incoming night
and carried her, drunken drowsy
stunned silent by surprise
until escorted out if sight
and still
she didn't realise
you'd stake that claim
and shatter a world harbored holy
in a too young heart
hey mister, tell us why
lost in lust, rioja high
you didn't care
or couldn't hear
her cry