This was inspired by a poem by Oirdheirc Mor. I don't know if there is a description for this style, other than...sexy. I hope he too will forgive me.
I cannot think of anything better, As my hands run across my cashmire sweater. Wondering if it will peak your excitement; Arousing thoughts of a sweet sticky enticement.
This is no braggart’s game Of two distant objects set aflame; Of screams in the night of day. With words, just words, with words to play.
So take a sip of your favorite whiskey. Let it ignite you into a frenzied frisky. Come, I’ll wrap you in my ingénue; Thinking deeply -- breathlessly ... of you.
I've never found anything sexy about woollens, (except Cashmere maybe)but if you want to slip into something by La Perla or Agent Provocateur I'm sure we will find plenty to entertain us.
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Ian
Hi Sara,
Well be I a gentleman who takes his time, I have just finished the whisky, so its bottoms up ladies.
I think we can dispense with that Argyle sweater; it may come in handy later.
I think a good coating of baby oil would be more appropriate,
And as Robert would say if he was watching that will make the lady respire.
But I think Sara has it right those French ladies sure know a thing or two when they uncover the ingénue,
Oh and the panting and the innocents squeals of delight as something, hits the spot just right. (sorry about that just had to get that in)
Where the hell is that Argyle sweater gone?
Oirdheirc Mor
Reviewed by ya mama (Reader)
Reviewed on November 14, 2003
well done. very well done
Reviewed by Katy Walsvik (Reader)
Reviewed on November 14, 2003
"...I'll wrap you in my ingenue..." <--- ooooo Sara.. we poets always hope to take our love of words to a new level, something not done before.. this line blew me away! You may have "borrowed" for this piece.. but I'd say it's all your own, a truly cool write! katy xox.
Beautifully written, Sara, and definitely 'frenzied.' But might I suggest an argyle sweater instead of cashmere?
Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
Reviewed on November 14, 2003
I love this, the rhyme and flow and the thought of a "Frenzied Frisky" is deliciously humorous and armorous.
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on November 14, 2003
Whoopie! And that ain't Goldberg. Hot damn! Mercy, mercy! Let me at 'em! Don't know about anyone else but my temperature shot right on up there with the reading of THIS grabber,
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Ian
Well be I a gentleman who takes his time, I have just finished the whisky, so its bottoms up ladies.
I think we can dispense with that Argyle sweater; it may come in handy later.
I think a good coating of baby oil would be more appropriate,
And as Robert would say if he was watching that will make the lady respire.
But I think Sara has it right those French ladies sure know a thing or two when they uncover the ingénue,
Oh and the panting and the innocents squeals of delight as something, hits the spot just right. (sorry about that just had to get that in)
Where the hell is that Argyle sweater gone?
Oirdheirc Mor
very nice
Steve
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William
Lol!! You go girl!!
I feel frisssssssssky!!!!!
Love Tinka