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Sunday Whirl 161

force, bread, chaos, disaster, alabaster, mine, altitude, plastic, people, graphic

Her giant plastic boobs and her alabaster skin
would drive the young men mad with lust to get with her, within.
The sultry mien upon her face, eyes burning up with lust
and how she moaned upon the screen whenever she was touched.

Her writhing, graphic nudity, this object of desire
for some would replace drink and bread, yes even warmth from fire.
The force which she was taken with on-screen was a disaster
for any pious people who their feelings couldn’t master!

The outcry, yes the outrage, oh please think of our young ones!
We can not let them be misled! What of our innocent sons?
Who gets to see this lustfulness, reserved for man and wife
and not displayed depravity, the worst we’ve seen in life!

Yet high above, at altitude, far away from all disgrace
there sat the movie-maker men, delighted by the chaos
for any public outrage, for indecency or morals
will basically, and this is true, to them mean just more dollars!

For the Sunday Whirl and Wordle 161… And I apologize for using poetic license with the word ‘mine’ which got turned into ‘mien’ for the sake of the poem – and for (according to my spell-check) inventing the word lustfulness…

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Image from Samarelart.com via Pinterest

One night upon my travels far
I stumbled on a fancy bar
with music loud and flowing wine
I met a man with eyes of tar.

He said: My dear, you look so fine!
It’s in my heart to make you mine.
He kissed my hand, he kissed my lips
let for a moment true love shine.

His hands upon my naked hips
we met in the night, two sailing ships
but when the morrow’s sun did rise
like shadow from his bed I slip.

My lonely journey has a price,
to never hold the same man twice
and as I travel near and far
my heart is now as cold as ice.

Day 18 of NaPoWriMo 2014 and today’s challenge was to write either a Ruba’i or a Rubaiyat (which is a collection of Ruba’i-s)… Writing to form has always scared me, but I decided to give it a go, with a basic AABA BBCB rhyme. Hope you enjoyed!

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Today, I somehow,
for some reason,
can’t let go
of the mental image,
and the memory
of the feeling in my body,
of that first time
you had your head between my thighs!

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Photo: Mercedeh Mirshamsi (http://www.mercedehs.com/)

I can smell you, I can taste you
Desire rushing through my veins
Bare skin on bare skin,
Primordial beasts in
A frenetic pleasure dance.

I wrap my tongue around you
Throbbing to the pulse in my mouth
Wetness meets wetness
Instinctive rhythms as
Our palpable tension mounts.

I feel your tongue against me
Moaning as excitement takes control
Hot breath on hotness
Losing track, just gasping for
… the ultimate release.

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