I took off all my clothes for you
wanted you to see
me without my costume.
I bared my heart and soul for you
wanted you to know
my love was true.
I tore my skin off for you
wanted you to feel
the beauty inside me.
I lay there bleeding on the floor
but you just walked
right out that door.
This is for Pooky’s Poems and Prompt 21 – Strip Tease. Granted, my naughty mind first went in another direction (heck, I used to do burlesque striptease for crying out loud), but… I let this little horror story take over. Might get back to the naughty option at some point, though… *naughty smile)
I have to say that this was not where I’d assumed you’d have gone given your burlesque past. It’s DARK. It brilliantly communicates your message though. (I’d love to read the naughty version too!)
You might yet, Pooky! You might yet! *smile*
smiles, applauds politely … then clears his face of emotion, pulls down his dark sunglasses (eyes still secretly smiling) and waits for the next poem …,
Hahaha… Well, I guess I have to write that one soon, then! *smile*
I liked this a lot, C C. Very powerful.
Ouch, sometimes baring all hurts. Love the story here. Beautiful write
Ugh, I know that feeling! Great piece.
I used to model for art schools. I’m too shy to behave in a sexy manner. Art modeling is not sexy, it’s an exercise in endurance. Besides, I dance like a three legged buffalo that just stumbled into a prairie dog hole while tripping over a porcupine. Not sexy.
I think within the scope of the prompt CC you have done exceptionally well. Striping and revealing our soul can as you say have devastating results for us. I think your poem gave me a lot to think about. Well done.
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