• In response to prompt #6 of the newly opened We Write Poems, I find arrogant, manipulative divas to be difficult to tolerate, or to understand…
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auburn mane with sable streaks
frosted ermine — lush with pride
a bounce and whip, and tiply snap
with each stiletto’d wanton stride
taught hips roll on slender stems
that part in ripples then enmesh
a brushing sigh of stirring heat
toned thighs gliding flesh on flesh
a stare of comely crystal blue
floats above a ruby pout
that takes you in devouring
has its way, then casts you out
tongue tip teases top lip’s edge
like supple paintbrush flowing
a smile to burn and hypnotize
that wraps around you knowing
luscious wench — worldly wise
sleek as steel — tall and strong
swift and cunning, motor running
she might acquiesce, but not for long
poor fool who tastes this lusciousness
is hopelessly addicted
there’s only one word for this life-force
that word, my friend, is — wicked!
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What a great poem, Rob!
And the photo’s not bad either…
and that was a really Wicked post!
And what do we say about “bad boys” —
Have read some nice poems here, Rob 🙂
Its all about perception – we are the ones who promote the “divas” out of the ordinary, I guess…and yes, the bad boys too…
But then the mixture that the world makes it an inetersting place, i guess,
wishes,
devika
** But then the mixture that the world is makes it an interesting place, i guess,
devika
I don’t know whether to crave a taste or run away from her screaming. Excellently executed, Rob — from the images down to the rhyme, which is well done and never tired. Awesome.
-Nicole