The Laughter After
by April Pittman
Monday, September 27, 2010
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
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Lips are wet
with frosted vice
intentions met
with want and greed
a line drawn
deeply in my dreams
only crossed
with whispered needs
your remedy
is my vocal seed
I breathe
a stuttered hitch
to suck in
your spoken kiss
falling rocks
lend their voice
motion stops
in suspended choice
frozen arcs
of feminine curves
homage given
at your rising altar
sound escapes
strangled and unbidden
for the unseen
nothing is hidden.
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| Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader) |
10/3/2010 |
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| Oh my ...lovely indeed sweet lady..Hugsss |
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| Reviewed by Paul Judges |
9/29/2010 |
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| Very good poem, April |
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| Reviewed by John Flanagan |
9/28/2010 |
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Sensual for sure, April, but there's a strong sense of dark as William says and of 'other'...
excellently conveyed in tight phrasing and the right word choices.
John |
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| Reviewed by William DeVault |
9/28/2010 |
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| Powerful and evocative. Sensual and dark. |
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