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So Far
She abbreviates the distance
Words of protest flying back in her face
But swallowed, a balanced diet
Her quarry's legs piston, drumming the dirt
But his capture is now assured
The pursuit was short lived
His panic flared
An edge of hysteria to the voice
Pleas of "Touch me not, slattern
My virtue a matter of public record"
But this she ignores
Protestations but trifles
A joke in her immense design of things
She now closes in
Finds triumph in his capture
Securing him in her elegant smile
Her lips, tongue, and, yes, teeth
Introducing a fate far superior
Far more a reward
Than anything experienced so far.
Words of protest flying back in her face
But swallowed, a balanced diet
Her quarry's legs piston, drumming the dirt
But his capture is now assured
The pursuit was short lived
His panic flared
An edge of hysteria to the voice
Pleas of "Touch me not, slattern
My virtue a matter of public record"
But this she ignores
Protestations but trifles
A joke in her immense design of things
She now closes in
Finds triumph in his capture
Securing him in her elegant smile
Her lips, tongue, and, yes, teeth
Introducing a fate far superior
Far more a reward
Than anything experienced so far.
Published 31st Mar 2015
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31st Mar 2015 4:52pm
Gud job crowfly.This poetry is tending to perfection with its contents and your power to deliver statements.
mcjay
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31st Mar 2015 5:09pm
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31st Mar 2015 5:12pm
Well said, Schiitaryn. She had designs and they worked out. I'm not sure about the life eternal. She's more concerned with Heaven on Earth.
Anonymous
31st Mar 2015 5:36pm
this is quite the pursuit. well, maybe there wasn't much of a pursuit. more of a well laid trap. regardless his fate sounds spectacular. well done.
31st Mar 2015 5:47pm
Thank you Strategy. One man's idea of virtue proves fragile with desperation and hypocrisy. His fate is spectacular and hopefully teaching him a thing or two.
31st Mar 2015 5:57pm
"Touch me not, slattern
My virtue a matter of public record"
^^^^
gave me a right proper giggle. i love archaic words like that & wench =)
i want to say beware the prowlers... but clearly they know what they're doing. fantastic write, crowfly
My virtue a matter of public record"
^^^^
gave me a right proper giggle. i love archaic words like that & wench =)
i want to say beware the prowlers... but clearly they know what they're doing. fantastic write, crowfly
31st Mar 2015 7:09pm
I love reading Victorian era eroticism. "My Secret Life" is a classic. These are an excellent source of archaic but libidinous words. "Quim" springs to mind.
31st Mar 2015 8:51pm
A strong opening line, and an intriguing tale – bonus are the archaic protestations.
Strange positioning of the word "piston" though, threw me off, wobbled into animation mode briefly.
Strange positioning of the word "piston" though, threw me off, wobbled into animation mode briefly.
31st Mar 2015 10:47pm
Does kind of make it read like a Road Runner cartoon, doesn't it. I'll try to think of an alternative. Thanks Atakti.
1st Apr 2015 2:20am
we don't get many slatterns in these parts, but they're always welcome.
a protestant protesting...
a protestant protesting...
2nd Apr 2015 8:13am
Your work is the mind candy of a rhyme-vigilante
I find each piece to beseech belief as ante
While my shit gets raw and crude to fire up blessings
What you jaw proves to inspire questions
Without leading anyone to what you pre-conclude
I'll admit that's my hubris between me and you
I prolly pull that shit in every move
But open interpretation from the queries inspired
That's what makes your creations clearly fly higher
Shit gets humble when I realize it. Discerned in your other pieces and this
Street corner pundit, learning from a real journalist
Keep it up, comrade, this is another hit!
I find each piece to beseech belief as ante
While my shit gets raw and crude to fire up blessings
What you jaw proves to inspire questions
Without leading anyone to what you pre-conclude
I'll admit that's my hubris between me and you
I prolly pull that shit in every move
But open interpretation from the queries inspired
That's what makes your creations clearly fly higher
Shit gets humble when I realize it. Discerned in your other pieces and this
Street corner pundit, learning from a real journalist
Keep it up, comrade, this is another hit!
