female whiles continue
by M.A.Meddings
At seventeen she was playful
At nineteen baleful
A vixen
A taker of hearts
A tease
So designed as to please her self
If you care or not
And all woman know exactly what they do
For beware my friend her delicate hands
How they themselves
Control
The planned seduction of you
Her fingers in particular
Used to effect
For she will touch her lips
Lightly to invite you quite rightly
To the lure of her mouth
Then gently pout so without
A doubt you will want to kiss her
And then fine sir beware
The rapture divine
When she
Having got your attention
Carefully puts her lips together
Then gently parts them so slightly
Revealing her tongue
Evocative of her sweet breathing
It is the 'coup de grace'
A signal for her need of you
Your day of judgement.
Then sir,
At the very next chance
Ask her to dance
Preferably
A slow waltz
Take her considerately by the hand
And lead her to the floor
Then hold her determinedly
Until she undoubtedly will
relax in your arms
and wait to be kissed
It is my considered advice
That you should do so with passion
Then go
make love to her
For you are her captive.
Poetry by lastromantichero
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Written on 2005-11-08 at 21:52
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it'sall in the genes by M.A.Meddings Part two
It's all in the genesby M.A.Meddings
At seventeen she was playful
At nineteen baleful
A vixen
A taker of hearts
A tease
So designed as to please her self
If you care or not
And all woman know exactly what they do
For beware my friend her delicate hands
How they themselves
Control
The planned seduction of you
Her fingers in particular
Used to effect
For she will touch her lips
Lightly to invite you quite rightly
To the lure of her mouth
Then gently pout so without
A doubt you will want to kiss her
And then fine sir beware
The rapture divine
When she
Having got your attention
Carefully puts her lips together
Then gently parts them so slightly
Revealing her tongue
Evocative of her sweet breathing
It is the 'coup de grace'
A signal for her need of you
Your day of judgement.
Then sir,
At the very next chance
Ask her to dance
Preferably
A slow waltz
Take her considerately by the hand
And lead her to the floor
Then hold her determinedly
Until she undoubtedly will
relax in your arms
and wait to be kissed
It is my considered advice
That you should do so with passion
Then go
make love to her
For you are her captive.
Poetry by lastromantichero
Read 967 times
Written on 2005-11-08 at 21:52
Tags Temptation
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