untie the ribbons of seduction
let lose the dark desire
play my wicked game
wicked game, just the sound of it
dissolves the soul of solid ice
and heats frosty winter’s heart
with a summer of anticipation
shall i entice you then, my lover
with perfume of jasmine tied loosely
around warm raw scent of woman?
shall i tease with wanton words
and morsels of ivory skin glimpsed
through filgree of black lace?
seduce you, melt you, possess you
with supple texture of soft red silk?
wreck you in the perilous nighttime
at intersections of dangerous curves
until you lie helpless in a pool
of your speeding wreckless lust?
shall i kiss you once and again
and yet again with moist open mouth
and promises of more intimate doors
yet to open wide with only a touch
and passionate passwords whispered
in ears attuned to your love song?
shall i entice you into my arms
and into the cyclonic center of my want
until you have no hope of resisting
or craving the charms of any other?
unlace my ribbons then
as you have unlaced my heart
play my wicked game
I Love Wicked! A sinfully delicious thought away - as I portrayed in seducing sinful words in many of my Wicked poems, I don't believe you have had a chance to view - Yet - Maybe soon...
just as I love your heart and more in this poem SWEET BELLE!
WRITE ON!
Warmest of LOVE, Life and Inner Peace, Warrior Purple Passion Wicked Sheexooo
My, my, Ohhhh my! Rouge, I felt the fire within! Passion, sensuality, unbridled desire. There must be latin blood in you!
I need to take a cold shower.
Reviewed by Dalton James (Reader)
Reviewed on July 10, 2008
Little Lady, The heat your words generate could warm up a cold Texas night and also could make a man want to test your waters DJ
What I like about this is how you portray the dominance
of femininity " wreck you in the perilous nighttime at
intersections of dangerous curves. " This is beautifully
expressed.
I certainly can't disappoint Karla. I'm responding, I say Yes
to all your lusty questions. First, I have to get me an oxygen
tank. Obviously, Belle, I love the poem. -gene.
Well, the heatwave just went up a thousand degrees - whew. If a man doesn't respond to this, he's officially dead! Very passionate, beautiful "Enticement," La Belle. InDEED.
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just as I love your heart and more in this poem SWEET BELLE!
WRITE ON!
Warmest of LOVE, Life and Inner Peace, Warrior Purple Passion Wicked Sheexooo
STay Positive!
I need to take a cold shower.
This sexy sensual write answers in erotic passions voice....
Yes Yes Yes :)
Love The Picture!!
Embraced ~ Embrassé
Vickie
Ed
Enticing? more like a love torture! ! !
Jumping from the frypan into the flames more like...
Georg
John
Newfie hugs, Rose
Be always safe,
Karen
of femininity " wreck you in the perilous nighttime at
intersections of dangerous curves. " This is beautifully
expressed.
Harold M. Nash
Reindeer
Nicely done.
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
Sage
Regis
to all your lusty questions. First, I have to get me an oxygen
tank. Obviously, Belle, I love the poem. -gene.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.