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08-29-2011, 06:12 PM
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And...yet another 9 word challenge...:)
Tremble
Lips Dinner Menu Watch Calculate Time Rush Table "Just Desserts" The fancy red napkin discreetly covers my lap as I pick at my delicious dinner... Watching you watch me... My lips begin to tremble as I see you calculate the time, and the distance... as your hands caress my thigh-highs under the table, taunting, teasing... telling me to "Relax... there's no rush... Daddy always delivers the dessert menu, right on time..." Boots  lkf 5/2011 |
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08-29-2011, 06:30 PM
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Femme Unraveled...(The Tapestry)
I’m supposed to be put together…been told I know how to do that well...
Yet I have so many loose ends going this way and that… The man-child …a hot blue brilliant flame of strong satin ribbon…trying desperately to blame… The ex…a worn black leather cord…it’s tightly knotted razor edges once loved and adored… The lover…a sky blue silk string…deliciously wrapped so delicately in between… The dog…a metallic soldered silver thread slipping carefully by cheating death... The job…a wiry rough jute rope…frayed and full of false promises and hopes… The friends…a multiple strand of vibrant yarns wrapped round me keeping safe from harm… The family…a soft and strong cotton blend allowing me room to grow and bend… The Femme…a fierce fiery red silk strand carefully and intricately sewn by hand… All these loose ends somehow find their place... in their own interwoven interface… It’s a mystery that even I sometimes cannot see… But when I really look… a beautiful femme tapestry… Boots 10/31/10 lkf I'm just getting started here on BFP...if interested to read more, go to BF and click on my blogs...Bootsandheels... 
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08-30-2011, 05:25 PM
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A Poetry Challenge -- 9 words
Haste
Public Journey Lips Sweet Intrigue Illuminate Shame Bound BOUND It was a six year journey you took me on... (in the beginning the strongest of bonds...) So unaware of the intrigue you held for me there... (in the beginning you were so full of light... in that public room your halo so bright... in the beginning you could illuminate my darkest night... in the beginning I could finally see... the sweet hot butch of you igniting an explosion of femme in me...) Then slowly you bound me with your nameless shame, a crushed and broken halo your wicked game, and pressing your finger across my lips with a drunken smile you whispered and hissed... Shhh Shhh Shhh... Boots 8/2011 lkf |
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09-01-2011, 02:20 PM
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~Bump~
~Bumping thread...calling all poets!~
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09-13-2011, 12:09 AM
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I, remain
“I’m just a simple prairie girl” she would retort, as I reveled in her depth and complexity. I understood her and misunderstood her, simultaneously. Long, languishing evenings spent intricately weaving our souls together. Pleading with each other inaudibly to “handle with care” the gifts we sometimes reluctantly, sometimes voraciously bestowed on each other. She sang for Me, I listened. Captivated. I realized after her unannounced departure she had been saying goodbye, since hello. Beguiled, I waited for her return, passing the time building a fortress and a carefully placed moat around My remains. It remains… I, remain… ~Elijah
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09-13-2011, 10:53 PM
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Of Course On Course
I watch the scene no one else sees.
It’s me before a momentary pond held at the edge of an aging parking lot. It’s midnight, and like a quiver full of arrows, the rain falls in a magnificent arching descent, exploding in a flash of silver and white as they hit the pond's quick skin. The surface is taut then lax, wrinkled then smooth. Impression. Realism. Impressionism. Realism. Within the black water, they will wait for a cloud lift. Ascension. Falling. Ascension. Falling. And none of this will ever seem like anything but home.
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09-14-2011, 06:10 PM
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Our Beliefs
Our Beliefs
We all have Our beliefs And are positive They’re right What if Come Judgement Day Things start Getting kinda tight Will you be able To tell the Boss: “Although I was wrong In my beliefs; I caused no one Any loss.” 8/09/2005 by Terry King NOTE: This is the name that I write under. NOTE: This poem may be posted anywhere on the web, providing that it is unchanged and that it is attributed to me. |
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