green fire of hell burned in her eyes
full lips of cherry red
his senses taken by surprise
as he imagined her in his bed
scent like fruit of the tree of life
with only a whiff of demise
set all his moral thoughts to strife
and his soul to embrace sweet lies
she beckoned him with painted nail
and a pout of her rosebud mouth
all his resolve went straight to hell
while his heated blood rushed south
soft whispers from her cinnamon tongue
his reason lost and his passion undone
slender neck, white shoulders bare
round hips that swayed as she walked
at full firm breasts he could but stare
until the stare became a gawk
a slit in her skirt revealed the truth
of long legs stretched north from south
a gentleman became a beast uncouth
craving a drink from the river’s mouth
she was a sensual woman without a name
who had wakened his animal desires
sex was her purpose seduction her game
she was a match who lit his fires
she needed no love, he had none to impart
pleasures of flesh with no broken heart
10/1/2008 La Belle Rouge
"Poetry, Passion's Flame"
Music "Seduces Me"
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Reviewed by Mark Chevalier (Reader)
Reviewed on October 3, 2008
Wow! A sassy little seductive poem. Ah, the carnal nature of the human condition. It's so bad...and sooooo good.
The most interesting part of the game is to undo all those strings, unbutton the nuttons and unzip (very very slowly) the zippers until the scent of the feminine skin enter the nostrils of the bull...yes not heart broken afterward, but what a ride!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Very seductive my dear, and it probably is causing all who read it, memory lock down or lock up, which ever. As Dr. Bonnie would say, go take a cold shower after you read...this is great, Love, Bonnie
Okay we all need this outfit, if it gets the job done. Thank you for sharing a great write La Belle. Now where have all the guys gone, oh to the shower.
La Belle, as Denise has just said, sex? Oh yes, I remember that , that was back in the Sixties, wasn't it? I am getting old but this poem certainly isn't. "...she was a match who lit his fires" - send her over here, please.
John
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Brilliant work!
Mark
I think you could make the whole planet laugh and swoon in the span of one brief hot night.
Keith
Carole~
Georg
Newfie hugs, Rose
nice work Belle...
Art Sun...
John
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
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Fee
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
animal desires awakened by this artful seduction. -gene.