Woman
by Jules Archer
When you move to the music of a woman
A good one at that—
The darkness a shadow
Strange kisses in a soft
Spot
Sighs whispered behind
A cupped hand
Fat lips biting finger
Tips
They're your words
Screamed by a stomach,
A gut
Ready to take what it
Gives
A good one at that—
The darkness a shadow
Strange kisses in a soft
Spot
Sighs whispered behind
A cupped hand
Fat lips biting finger
Tips
They're your words
Screamed by a stomach,
A gut
Ready to take what it
Gives
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I blame the coffee for this one.
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coffee or no---
you got into this one--
so THAT'S what you were working on last night,. lol
nice, jules--
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Ecstatic and painful in a good way. *
this somehow matches your profile picture. i like the passion here. not easy to get that on the page...and you did it.
Creates a picture indeed. Musical. A torch song. *
"Fat lips biting finger tips..."
I love this line, and I love this piece. The visual I get with this is perhaps too risque to comment about.
You nailed this one.
*
Soft kisses in a strange spot. *
Yes.
Sam and Thomas - thank ya!
I want some of that coffee, too! This is splendid.
Really nice writing, Jules.
"move to the music of a woman"...oh, keep drinking coffee, Ms. Archer
Coffee is fuel for the mental rocket.
Sighs whispered behind
A cupped hand
That was so nice. *
Erotic AND lyrical. Very nice indeed
*
The words are selected and placed with such care to make this outstanding, Jules.
An erotic, etched beauty. I'll drink what she's drinking. *
It's amazing what coffee can do. ;)