Georg and Lady V at the Halloween ball ing (poem) by JASMIN HORST E. P. SEILER on AuthorsDen

Georg and Lady V at the Halloween ball ing
by JASMIN HORST E. P. SEILER → (All Poetry by JASMIN HORST E. P. SEILER)
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They are a team, innocent at first they seem, but now I know, I dreamed it all, I started with a ball, and so it went, but then a night in the dungeon spent, in my mind of course, but that's how they work.........forebearance or fore that leads to sin, and they always win, be warned.....
On the ropes, Lashed by storms of desire, That mast, that pole, Forever climbing higher, Sirens, vixens of the sea, Serenade the pain, On my burning flesh, All their hands had lain, There a shadow from the sky, Spies from halo of the moon, Barely dressed in black, Her smile, it made me swoon, In the darkness of my mind, Long the fever, hot as hell, In the arms of her embrace, Forever was, I tell, But then a shout, a slap, and then another, A dungeon cold held shackles tight, Now loosened from their might, A voice it said, you best take flight, Terror set my bones to run, Moaning bodies left and right, The only light, that of the sun, Slowing down my fright, A Volvo and a gentleman, Helped me in the door, Dressed he was like Dracula, He asks, are you still sore? My mind now calm, my rhythm steady, I spoke the words he said, Georg it was I realized, Pained and sore climbed out of bed. With tender feelings all this write, Warn those, with fire that would play, Stay away from Georg that night, That’s all I have to say!©22/10/2009

Reviewed by Jerry Engler

Reviewed on October 24, 2009

Jasmin, you're a virtual Greek. We're going to have to rename you Homer if you keep writing like this--stay roped to your mast or the women will get you........Jerry

Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse

Reviewed on October 23, 2009

You will never be burned by the braided ropes of freedom..trust me...
Your large tower impassions these prisons with tenacious delights!!
I do know Lord EDvard likes to hear the imprisoning sounds of freedom releasing into the darkness
�so come closer to me�.come sit here on this chair of destiny�allow me to sooth your sore bones with a special lubricant balm of reptilian oils...closer...closer.....
with the depths of darkness as my shroud of hidden spies:

Sincerely Bound By Incantations,
Poetess Victoria...The Dark Pestilence of Romance
Archaic Mistress of Caliginous Temptations

Reviewed by E T Waldron

oooooooooooooo Jasmin,you angered my bro Edvard the Terrible,
you must come to the party I will protect you ;-) Even if I shape-shift to witch,I take good care of my good friends like you...
see you there;-)

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

You said Georg? who's that, ain't been invited no Georgs around here, you hear me??????? (he sounds like a weird fellow to talk about!)
Now, get your little wagging tail to the Castle, pronto!!!

EDvard, Lord Nosferatu Incubus
All "birds" Casanova man
Sweden

Reviewed by Edwin Hurdle

An excellent written piece.I enjoy reading it,take care