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Post by ladydarkblue on Mar 10, 2003 20:32:44 GMT -5
Silently she waits, biding her time
She smiles so softly and coy like
Slowly moves to one side as if asking to enter but ever so modestly
Dangerously beautiful and very captivating she looks my way
She draws me closer and pauses for a moment and turns away
I look around and notice the web she has spun for me and just for me
Long lingering lines lovingly laps at each side of her surroundings
Wonderfully put to tapestry of what she has in store for our future
Our moment is getting closer; I feel her warmth on my skin .
seductively licking her lips, and tauntingly spins her defense with no escape for either of us
only one of us will be left standing
drawing me close she invites me in the center of that wee tangled web she weaves
she darts toward me with bright and shining eyes, and I jump at her touch and fall into her webbing
I am left hagning there afraid to motion forward and yet not wanting to move, spinning thoughts of fear and excitement run through me
My home spun tapestry before me is coming to a close as she moves closer to my heart
As if savoring this moment she gleams with daunting anticipation and rather enjoys this curt lil game she is playing
Her passionate smile has turn to a sadistic low guttural growl
she moves in for the kill quickly and lovingly
she goes straight for the fiber of my being
Now she is done, savoring the flavor of my heart today
she places leftovers in the blender than hits frappe'
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Post by Matt on Mar 10, 2003 20:59:53 GMT -5
Hey!! I loved your poem keep it up.
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Post by engarde on Mar 11, 2003 4:31:06 GMT -5
"My home spun tapestry before me is coming to a close "
Great words! You can really feel the danger in your poem.
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Post by ladydarkblue on Mar 11, 2003 9:55:11 GMT -5
thank you for your kind words. You can tell its from a broken heart cant you. LOL. Nothing beats a broken heart, jealousy, and loneliness like the expression of those feelings through words that can let others know what you feel. If they feel what you feel in your poem you have achieved you ulitmate goal of sharing. I showed this poem to the one I am referring to as a black widow and told her I am going to make sure this get published someway some how. She laffed and told me to omit the last to lines. How ironic. Why erase what is true i said with my own sadistic smile and guttral growel. SWEET REVENGE was mine. thanks all.
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Post by Char on Mar 12, 2003 18:14:15 GMT -5
I love the way this is written!!! Very nice.
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