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DRESSED TO KILL

When they met, she was dressed to kill.
What she said next gave him a thrill:
�I�ve got nothing on underneath!
I am lust�s sword, my frock its sheath.�

He replied, �If it�s no offence,
Come to bed, let battle commence!
Carry on the wars of Venus
As none else has ever seen us!�

He felt her curves under the frock,
Which she let slip, then legs could lock
When no clothes could now come between
Them as they made their bedroom scene.

Written by Solomon_Song

Published 11th Mar 2015 | Edited 12th Mar 2015

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Re: DRESSED TO KILL

FindingZoe

12th Mar 2015 10:33pm

If you wish your poems to sound like the name you have chosen I suggest you read the Song of Solomon in the Bible and put a little of your cleverness to use combining the sacred with the profane. I especially liked 'I am lust's sword, my frock it's sheath' because it's usually the man who is compared to lust's sword. The ending rhyme is quite clever, too. Not too shabby for a rhyming poem. I give it a C+.

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Solomon_Song

13th Mar 2015 6:59am

I wrote this inspired by the phrase "the wars of Venus" which was a euphemism for sexual activity and certainly well known in Casanova's day. Describing the activity was more in my mind than describing the appearance.

I do read the Song of Solomon, which inspired my user name (my real name is shared with a living writer who might injunction me), whose style has inspired a few of my poems here.