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Round One: LustMatch
by Trisha De GraciaA stellarized look in your eye
(I think, actors)
Your parted silkplush lips are calling
I'm intrigued
I'm in awe
(you enjoy it)
Just a coy smile
and the smallest of strokes
from your fingertips.
(Hasn't forgotten, now has he?)
The infamous rush
adrenaline pumping in waves down my spine
You know it
you feel it
The slightness of shudders betray my calm face
(thisisagame-thisisagame)
You read me too well
And you know all my secrets
But the flash behind your locked-steady gaze
doesn't falter
isn't staged
and is all too real to ignore...
(ignore it. ignore it.)
Just a whisper
then a shiver
then a sound-
your mouth within dangerous range
of my lips
I hold steady
with the world in a blur
and lust fighting it's way to the surface.
(justagame-justagame...)
(I held steady)
10/06/2003 Author's Note: Round one: Trish
and *scene*
Posted on 10/07/2003
Copyright © 2024 Trisha De Gracia
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 10/07/03 at 05:04 AM wow. definitely. one point, trisha. O.o my darling future wife, this is stunning. you spin my head with the spinning words, and round and round it goes... hm. the rhythm is a tad off, though i can only think of a couple things i would change and that's only because we have slightly different styles. so. nevermind. it's wonderful. ;) |
| Posted by Barbara Griffith on 10/08/03 at 04:26 PM Matches usually have refferee's. And fro a good reason. So no one gets too badly injured. Given what sort of match this seems to be, maybe you should think of a ref. :) |
| Posted by J. P. Davies on 10/12/03 at 01:20 AM ummm Round Two: Jordan
MUAHAHA!! |
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