Flawed
You may never know
How often I opened
Your page and looked
Down on you
Posing naked
From the waist down
Was he really so damn good
Or just another trick
You turned
I remember that shirt tho
Unbuttoned just far enough
To reveal the gentle cleft
Between those small breasts of yours
I may have even once
Just called them buttercups
No hint of a smile tho
Just a quickie for the camera
Did he tell you
To sit like that I wonder
With your knees so well parted
Your mother
Never sat like that
But then you know that don’t you
Hey I never knew you had so many
Piercings
You never told me
But then why would you
Is that check shirt
You are wearing mine or his
And is it blue or black
It’s hard to tell in
Monochrome for certain
Did you steal or borrow it
For the sake of modesty or art even
Whatever
I just love the way your
Eyebrows arch and finger combed
Loose hair falls over those shoulders
To reveal a near invisible scar behind
Your left ear and which makes you
Not quite so perfect after all my dear
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Author:
Neville (
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Caustic the questions addressed to a female playing the field and written so expertly it holds attention to that final revealing line. You are a word-smith par excellence mon ami.
you are far too kind mon chéri
You deserve every meant word.....................
Find me the woman who doesn't hide the desire to leave such questioning pictures in mans brain. Pictures which will inspire the romantic poet to yearn his melancholy would yield as it does to wisdom and the smile of knowing human nature.
A great teaser you are sir, shrouded in poetic majesty.
Thank you my friend... and I do mean thank you... N
Well penned my friend
thank you kindly Dan.. very kindly... N
A rose too has thorns on their stem
I wrote hat once and lost it... This is a much better interpretation very well done Neville
You gotta post that one sir if you can find it... or re-write it.... or .. or... Bless ya too Andrew... N
Well this really held the attention - she's some minx - wonder what that scar is all about - I'm intrigued.
Not a razor nick for sure... Thanks Michael... N
Someone having fun there? or a couple? The only buttercup Fido lets me have is the story of Buttercup The Cow, aimed at 3 year olds! heehee.
Oohh I could never have piercings *shudders*.
Oh no, I took a blue pill (eh, you know them?) by mistake. Swoon!
you will be fine.. probably wont be able to sit down for a while, but fine...
Hello Neville,
An excellent write.
Vivid and brilliant!
Keep writing
FineB
thank you Fine B ...
Very well written....so many questions to a female that really gets our attention......i also wonder about that scar but excellent last line.......christina
thank you C.. many thank you's in fact... N
My pleasure!
The loving charms of the wizadry a women holds close to her majestic heart which lingers deep in a mans heart, also. It's enchanting motion of a desperation playing a hand dealt unturned as yet, She sounds like a tiger with claws attached. Brilliantly expressed with a deep feeling of saddened love and connections intertwined within both your loves....
You know her too .. well there ya go then, just goes to show dunnit.... Cheers mate .. good on ya... N
When it's a concern for a lady I'd be there right beside her to help out with the given situation.
An intriguing writethat pulled me right into it and made me wonder.
I consider that a win win too... thank you GF60...
Giving just enough information to paint a vivid picture yet remain mysterious to leave me wondering. Well done.
you are most kind.. Many thanks PB... a much appreciated visit.. Neville
OHHHHHH!!!! The torment of a mans mind in love or is it lust that questions his insecurities,
Your poetry so well deserves all the comments above
Thank you my friend, yes I feel very honoured by you all and true ....
Neville
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