There is something exciting
and perverse when he spreads
her legs like a scroll on the
kitchen table, biting her thighs
with tongue and teeth, -
he knocks over chairs, spills
salt into her hair, breaks the tea
cup balanced on the edge of
surprise, and the abandonment
of morality opens a door
to their careless crimes.
This is not her kitchen, the
cakes on the cabinet were not
made by her hands, but the man
intently staring into her eyes,
driving his want and need
into her belly, he is hers now
on splintered moon beams
that cut into her back -
she cuffs his ears with her ankles
holds on to her cries, and outside
the dark rain falls against lightning,
they will be home soon.
In a list
A contest entry
- Tea and Cake by cricketjeff.
1000 points, ended August 7, 22 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Spectacular Lane. Nice picture too.
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I love Cricketjeff's response. I second it. I don't know how this fits into the Tea and Cake theory, but then I'm not the judge.
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making a metaphore of a simple, innocent high tea ... or coffee ... see 
this is what happens when you mix tea or coffe and cake ... you get a big mess, beaming faces and some frosting on somebody's nose you can just bet!!!! ... not going anywhere near this contest now
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I'm telling your mother!
Love,
Amera♥
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lol...she's in heaven somewhere doing the same thing
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Ooh! No one can flirt through innocent words like you do! It's all so simple, which I love, and at the same time it drove me mad, wanting to see or hear all the things that words just can't do. Loved it!
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well, there's a lot of toothsome imagery in your poem. personally, i can't take my eye off the broken tea cup and another woman's cakes in this invitation to adultry. -silverfish
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Oh my... I think I'm blushing...because of your words and because I've lived your words... atta girl :c)
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This was fun to read! I like the teacup balance on the edge of surprise and the cakes she didn't make. The suggestion of illicit romance is made clear at the end.
I enjoyed this write.
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Boffo!
Luvit.
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Wow... so early in the morning for poetry like this.
She who made the teacakes will not be best pleased.
A wicked write,
Love, Peter
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wicked writes are my cup of coffee sometimes Love to you, Peter. L xxoo
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Bloody hell! You are on a roll just now when it comes to heat and passion! Did Jeff really have this in mind for his contest?
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........i really don't think so
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Well you certainly toasted his teacakes for him!
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oh my! I feel like a naughty child reading this
-but it's beautiful
Meg
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*thud* *heavy breathing* WOW!
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I have the image of a conservative couple driving home in the rain and these are her thoughts as she sits silently on the passenger side.
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Careless crimes of spontaneous passion?
Is such ever a crime however?
More honestly “lack of” such is more a crime than not?
Have often wondered what torrid stories many old tables
Work desks, back seats of 56 Chevy’s &
Isolated picnic benches could tell if they could talk?
For indeed, those who claim not to have such
Memories are either liars or seriously lacking
Of the better times of life and the pursuit of pleasure.
Tore his ear lobe once more I take it??
Len
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Thanks for stirring a memory, long since seated in the mezzanine of my mind.
Well done
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A very sensual and steamy write. I enjoyed the imagery in this one. Good luck in the contest and thanks for sharing this wonderful poem
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Beautiful, passionate write, Lane. Powerful imagery in this piece. I don't know what else to say except that I think you have written a masterpiece here. Thanks for sharing your talent and best of luck in the contest.
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