Fire burns these days
Passion blazes
Her preys give way
To foreplay’s lust
Risqué encounters combust
Devouring souls
She controls men
She knows men’s flaws
Her sharp claws bleed
She draws; they foolishly heed
Author notes
Written September 26th, 2005
In a list
A contest entry
- From the Darkness [visual contest #2] by Samplette.
300 points, ended September 28, 2005, 6 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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yes, ma'am. very good. I was hoping you'd recognize that.
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ya du?
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Do you recognize the form?
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Very enticing indeed. Creatively done. Thank you for entering the contest.
Sam
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Yes, we do and seeing your page now, I probably would. ( sigh ) Thanks Tweety. Sylvester smiles.
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I like this! I couldn't help but laugh a little when I read the line: She draws; they foolishly heed
Ah my, Some men are like that... ((sighing))
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Hi, this picture can be read in so many ways and this is a good one, hope it goes well in the comp I am in this one as well,lol, good feel to this poem and the flow is quite smooth, all the best, hugs Di
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muy fabulouso
very nice, it sounds like a couple females i know. and very well written if i say so myself. -
great job
has been devoured...you describe it well..lol
when I saw this contest this morn, I had many thoughts and a few much like you have used. I like the dominance feel of this
Peace Muddy -
ahh, and there's the difference. For me there is nothing foolish at all. Nestle down in fur's embrace, accepting the claws will follow.
Nicely handled rhyme scheme. "Devouring souls" seems a touch mixed metaphor and dramatic, but I'm not the intended audience here. Last two lines of stanza one particularly well done.
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