A HEART OF GOLD

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KDAmB said:

Hi Jade, thank you for accepting my entry... the title (A lady who lacked all glory)actually refers to the time ( medieval times and attitude) where prostitutes were treated lower than low ...
Thank you dear, it's my pleasure.  I also appreciate your explanation, giving myself and others who read your entry here, that extra dimension /impact.               --Jade♎️

snugglebuck said:HOW MUCH?

What is your fee
For you to love me?

I’d sell my soul
For your betrothal

I’d pay you anything
For you to call me, baby

Won’t you take credit
For just one little kiss?

As soon as I’m a millionaire
I’ll make you my mistress

Thank you, snugglebuck sir, with appreciation, for your contribution to the competition.         --Jade♎️

"Is All Lost for a Woman Like Me?"

Will a savior swoop in on handsome steel horse
And pull me from the crags of my soul
These twisted and gray deep hollows
As the reaper waits to take his toll

I can't find any solace on this cold ground
Not at the bottom of a bottle of something strange
Or when nose touches mirror stolen from a bathroom sink
Forlorn eyes staring back at me from the sliver, deranged

Smudged lipstick and runny mascara
Sin stained skirts and pantyhose
I walk this lonely path I walk
I'll find peace at the end of this tunnel, I suppose

But here, what self respecting man
Would show a woman like me true love
After so many have put their gold coins in my slot
A spinning gamble for a soiled dove

jasmine88 said:Midnight People

Save the introductions
shy smiles, self professed love
in loveless game
midnight resolve of smokey air

cigarette twirls between fingers
and I ache to taste your tongue
by-passing your beautiful lips
thick with history
to lick bitterness of life
irony of belonging
a moment’s time.
.......

Gracious thanks to you, jasmine, for sharing your poem in the competition.
--Jade💟

KittyFromHell said:"Is All Lost for a Woman Like Me?"

Will a savior swoop in on handsome steel horse
And pull me from the crags of my soul
These twisted and gray deep hollows
As the reaper waits to take his toll

I can't find any solace on this cold ground
Not at the bottom of a bottle of something strange
Or when nose touches mirror stolen from a bathroom sink
Forlorn eyes staring back at me from the sliver, deranged
.......

My thanks to you, KittyFromHell, for the gift of your ink, and welcome to the competition.        
--Jade💟

I LOVE THIS Comp.

HarleyQinn_2 said:I LOVE THIS Comp.
Why thank you, dear Harley, and I'm glad you're enjoying it here.
--Jade💟

Yes! Oh John. (Goldenmyst) ..gorgeous!!!!

Disclaimer: Human Trafficking Theme

Slave - Dream

She stooped down
to adjust her high heel shoe.
She was wearing turquoise lingerie
covered in a gossamer dress.
Her gown rippled
as she moved across the floor.
She was a walking seduction.
   
As she stood up,
she was startled
by a burly man grabbing her shoulders.
He taped her mouth shut with duct tape.
Then he ushered her into another room.
The room was bright white
with a marble table in the middle.
Two men lifted her
and placed her on the stone slab.
She heard a woman giving orders.
“Undress her. Bind her. Blindfold her.
Prepare her for the market.”
   
She felt hands
ripping off her dress and under clothes.
Soon she was lying naked on the slab.
The rock was cold against her skin.
She squirmed as they pinned her arms and legs.
She tussled with the men.
Then she felt the strictures
wound round her ankles and wrists.
Her buttocks were slick with sweat.
They slid as she flexed them against the slab.

Finally, exhausted,
she succumbed to her captors.
She felt fingers probing her clitoris.
The attention to her sex,
though invasive, turned her on.
Her breathing grew rapid
as she responded to the rub.
It was a woman’s touch she knew.
That made it all the more taboo.
The erotic heat of womanly love
bestowed on her labia was thrilling.
She came in the throes of a submission
so deep she never wanted to be free again.

The woman whispered in her ear,
“We have a woman patron interested in you.
You would like to be slave to a woman.
I can tell by your response to me masturbating you.
Now we’ll bathe you in freesia
and scent you in myrrh.”
“I love you” she said.
The wet cloth cleansed her
in circles of purifying heat.

goldenmyst said:Disclaimer: Human Trafficking Theme

Slave - Dream

She stooped down
to adjust her high heel shoe.
She was wearing turquoise lingerie
covered in a gossamer dress.
Her gown rippled
as she moved across the floor.
She was a walking seduction.
   
As she stood up,
she was startled
by a burly man grabbing her shoulders.
.......

My appreciation & thanks, goldenmyst, for sharing the gift of your ink in the competition.
--Jade🌠

HELLO ALL!  Can you believe it, there's exactly TWO DAYS LEFT in the competition! Time flies when you're having fun!

Still some quality time left for you last minute panic-shoppers, I mean, writers.

♠️Cyber pens UP.
♥️Ready,
♣️Steady.
♦️INK!


Jade💟

We're all full of beautiful fear,
It is so beautiful when it lets us stay home
It is so beautiful when it won't let us get lost
Beautifully covered with colored masks.

Is it that beautiful?

Tojours said:We're all full of beautiful fear,
It is so beautiful when it lets us stay home
It is so beautiful when it won't let us get lost
Beautifully covered with colored masks.

Is it that beautiful?


Hello Tojours,
If this is your entry for the competition, please give it a proper title.  Thank you, and welcome to DUP.
--Jade♎️