Here is a woman with style, and attitude — a potent combo…

a curvaceous wanton devil-woman…

 

Wicked!

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

smooth curves flow like supple silk
one glimpse will mesmerize
sculpted by a master’s hand
seductive art — but no one’s prize

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

a 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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rob kistner © 2008

 

this is a re-write of an older piece

 

8 Responses to “”

  1. stan ski Says:

    Wicked description! 5th stanza in particular stands out for me.

  2. Anthony North Says:

    May be wicked, but nicely done.

  3. Linda Jacobs Says:

    Wow, one description after another and all so vivid!

  4. Angel Says:

    That was wonderful! She does sound turly wicked…but beautiful.

  5. Tammy Says:

    I’d love to be that wicked and have those legs! It would scare the heck out of Dave. 😉

  6. Granny Smith Says:

    When I was very young I think I had aspirations to be this young woman. Alas, they have fallen by the way as reality intervened. A delightfully descriptive verse!

  7. B. Roan Says:

    Once upon a time…sigh.

  8. Rio Says:

    Now you know how to do erotic properly. This is wonderful.

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