Poetry / Yassau
With the sinuous grace of a serpent at chase
She beckons me softly with smooth liquid haste.
Her strong supple hips gyrating slowly belie her sultry eyes, glittering an otherworldly desire to know me.
The beat quickens.
Her lips curl in a smile, feet shuffling faster, stomach undulating all the while.
I follow her entrancing dance to the last,
From her first thigh-bouncing step to retreat for repast.
Though she has ceased her overtly transfixing motions,
Even at rest that gorgeous glistening temple retains the notion.
It is now that I know how proverbial Adam once forsook the Law,
Sitting here with my heart pumping pure passion, face flush with all-encompassing awe.
How I yearn for her mystic dance to be for me and my own,
To receive her succubus lips I would topple any throne!
To hang my soul as one coin amongst many; To chime my blessings as lust’s horn o’ plenty.
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I like this poem a lot, as it has a very regal feel to it, and both the abstract and concrete images you create through action and description are very well done. I’m glad to find a poem that rhymes without sounding forced, and one that doesn’t lose the meaning in the midst of a struggle to find words that rhyme. In fact, it doesn’t seem like the rhyming was much of a struggle at all. You did it very elegantly, which, you may or may not know, is not the easiest thing to do when writing serious poetry.
I found that I was entranced by the woman you were describing simply because of the words you used and the way you used them. This is definitely a piece worth being proud of.
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