It's a bit ironic that this week's prompt at Poetry Thursday is sex.. The Man (read "the man in my life"), and I had a playful conversation last week that produced this gem of a line (hope he doesn't mind me sharing!):
I think your naughty little devil and my innocent little angel need to have a meeting of the minds.
A few days, some twisting and turning...and then the prompt showing up, brought me from there to here.
“Girl, what you doin’?”
Damn the angel.
Ignore her, close my mind.
Wander.
Need your breath on my neck.
“Girl, you’re delicious,”
The devil speaks.
Touch you, lose myself.
Revel.
Steal the warmth from your touch.
“Please, don’t stop.”
Quiet words for
a devil from his angel.
Hunger.
Taste your kiss, and give in.
I've never written any poetry that even hints at sex. I don't really know why, possibly lack of inspiration.
Teehee..The Man should take that statement as a compliment.
I commented last week that not everything we write has to be visceral. I think sometimes I have to be reminded that visceral doesn't have to mean 'gut wrenching.' It can simply refer to the butterflies that swarm with a touch. Ooh, there's an image--butterflies swarming. Hm...
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3 comments:
Great poem. It describes the flirtatious beginning rather well.
You're absolutely right about visceral, as it doesn't have to be torturous, melodramatic, operatic, but something that touches, make contact, impress, reveal. You have it here in your poem.
Very clever, I like your approach. A totally fresh and new way to write about the subject!
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