I escaped
It was hot that day I was escaping.
the sweat gland, the route I was taking.
From her hair I became a single drop,
freedom, I started from her top.
Sliding, I went past her brows,
took the path gravity allows.
Towards the cheeks to her lips,
hoping there were no inward sips.
Over the chin down her neck I did,
towards the breast I smoothly slid.
Rolling and gliding to the tits tip,
hanging I playfully jumped off her nip.
Falling I aimed at her waiting thigh,
ending in front of his focused eye.
That is when I saw his tongue,
freedom, and the melody it sung.
It was hot when I dropped to drip,
over her body I gave her the slip.
And how I escaped that naked chick,
with help from a tongues flick.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 6th, 2024 04:41
- Comment from author about the poem: How do you connect two stories or story lines? Make one of the stars of the story its own story to create another story line. The drop of the last story was too important to not have its own story.
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This writing has a most familiar sound to it from your last. Again, another good seductive and sent to us poem.
Yes. So I wrote of the mans part in the passionate act yesterday. This is about the drop's part in the passionate act. Tomorrow I post the females side of the passionate act. It still acknowledges the drops. Essentially creating three story lines around one ??? I don't know. Sound, one flow, one whatever. You know what I am trying to say.
A most unique and artistic approach
Seems to be a familiar theme?
Yes it is. I decided to start another story line using the drop and giving it its own life. It was a part of the last act of passion and contributed to the feeling so why not keep the theme to introduce the drops life. This poem would of course not show up in the same book of fragmented stories, but becomes a connection between the couples and the drops lives. I could go back in time to write about how the drop got in her or move forward and talk of how it ends up evaporating and making it to the sky and back down. Sorry, I like connecting story lines.
Sounded enjoyable!
BRAVO
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