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The voyeur
le voyeur dèçu
The dissapointed voyeur
He could only watch
As the oil slick silk
of her gown
Dripped and fell from
The swan neck white chalk
Cliff of her shoulders
Like molten tar
To the cold tiled floor
Around her feet
There she stood naked
In the slick black puddle
Of her shed attire...
Naked, but for the crimson bow
That clenched the raven scramble
Of her wild bird fluttering hair
As the talons of lust dragged
The carrion of his swollen desire
To the midnight feast of promise
He could only watch...
As the the cruel curtains fell
Foul on his midnight show.
The dissapointed voyeur
He could only watch
As the oil slick silk
of her gown
Dripped and fell from
The swan neck white chalk
Cliff of her shoulders
Like molten tar
To the cold tiled floor
Around her feet
There she stood naked
In the slick black puddle
Of her shed attire...
Naked, but for the crimson bow
That clenched the raven scramble
Of her wild bird fluttering hair
As the talons of lust dragged
The carrion of his swollen desire
To the midnight feast of promise
He could only watch...
As the the cruel curtains fell
Foul on his midnight show.
Published 27th Aug 2019
Author's Note
I got my inspiration for this write from watching an early French erotic film from the late 1920s . It's in the theme of "What the butler saw"
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I know I've done a much better job feeding your ego over on the other site than I will probably do now. This was the one I fell in love with & it's uber cool to know the story behind the inspiration because I love the 20's, I just don't know French, but could probably tackle the plot given the erotic nature ..haha.
So I enjoyed how you vividly described everything... the pale white flesh against the black contrast of hair and that of the dress now on the floor. Damn it, he could only watch as his feast was not his to be had though. You summed up an old style voyeuristic dish here!
So I enjoyed how you vividly described everything... the pale white flesh against the black contrast of hair and that of the dress now on the floor. Damn it, he could only watch as his feast was not his to be had though. You summed up an old style voyeuristic dish here!
1st Sep 2019 12:32pm
Thank you so much Pandy. You've always been generous with your words of encouragement. 🤗
I thought I'd add the author note to explain where the inspiration was found . I'm honoured that you added this to your reading list. I know my style of writing is far from perfect, but I'm learning more here than from the other site by reading some great writing from some poets here... including yourself.
I thought I'd add the author note to explain where the inspiration was found . I'm honoured that you added this to your reading list. I know my style of writing is far from perfect, but I'm learning more here than from the other site by reading some great writing from some poets here... including yourself.
3rd Sep 2019 8:43pm
Oh...hush your hole regarding your work being less than perfect. You're only here today because I found your words amazing !
I do hope you are learning news things here though, a place like this can expand your horizons if you peek in the right places!;)
I do hope you are learning news things here though, a place like this can expand your horizons if you peek in the right places!;)
