My senses fill with promised delight
I tremble with anticipation
preparing to indulge
You cast your net wide
your silk so fine
waiting for the tempted
As I touch your web
my nerves alert, to late,
held lightly
I face you, not bravely
trembling with fear
you anticipate your indulgence
and so I end
wrapped in your embrace
cocooned in silken thread
losing my head
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This one is great !
Even more great than those strange mutated model pictures from a strange German site, I have seen five minutes ago.
The overall impression is good, but the ending could be more specific, I think.
Yours Sincerely.
no Missy , this isn't my flash
this was my flash
http://therealtoadee.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-second-flash55.html
Hey look I've got an anonymous critic :o)
Toadee,
Don't ever stop writing.
I mean it.
--snow
I so appreciate that Snow
That seems like Hair.. a woman's tresses...
Lovely poem toadee!
thank you Mona, I really appreciate your comment.
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