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The Hatter
She looked into his eyes, trying to figure out what was wrong
"I'm really quiet mad"
His words come out in a slur
She wondered what he was hiding
He looked at her with a spark in his eye
She was in for a suprise tonight
Before another word was spoken, clothes were falling to the hard wood floor
His lips were like a blazing fire, taking over her entire body
His hands were the icebergs, sending an electric chill through her
She knew this was wrong
Every touch
And detail
Her feelings grew stronger
He was the volcano, bringing his heat on her
She couldn't resist
She had waiting far too long for this new song
He made his way inside
Rough and hard, exactly how she liked it
Their bodies were formed together so perfectly
Inseperable
Tears rolled down her face
Putting out the fire they had made
"I'm really quiet mad"
His words come out in a slur
She wondered what he was hiding
He looked at her with a spark in his eye
She was in for a suprise tonight
Before another word was spoken, clothes were falling to the hard wood floor
His lips were like a blazing fire, taking over her entire body
His hands were the icebergs, sending an electric chill through her
She knew this was wrong
Every touch
And detail
Her feelings grew stronger
He was the volcano, bringing his heat on her
She couldn't resist
She had waiting far too long for this new song
He made his way inside
Rough and hard, exactly how she liked it
Their bodies were formed together so perfectly
Inseperable
Tears rolled down her face
Putting out the fire they had made
Published 27th Jun 2012
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27th Jun 2012 5:50pm
Sorry. No I'm not. But why do you need the last line? The poem is honest, although correctly (for the poem) ambivilant. It (the poem) builds and builds, only to come to this, to me, quite strange ending. Your poetical skills are beyond repute.
marcella1
marcella1
27th Jun 2012 6:02pm
I'm not really following anything you just said. Repute? Well, should I go around singing nursery rhymes? !$#!@
27th Jun 2012 6:07pm
If I am being brutally honest, I wondered if the last line was needed too? Cold hands, warm heart? Not in this case. He seemed rather clinical and didn't even bother to warm his hands. I think we can all identify with the ending. Whether it be tears of relief, joy or just the realisation that it is over. I think the interpretation of which one it is is left to the reader. Just how it is with most great poems.
Kitty, Pretty Kitty. Do that; Don't just sing; write nursery rhymes as long as they go into the explicit box.
I'll be so happy to put on my nappy,
and you can sing your dirty ditties,
While I nuzzle your gorgeous titties'
You won't have to change me, I promise.
Unless you want to.
I am at it again Slip boy.
I'll be so happy to put on my nappy,
and you can sing your dirty ditties,
While I nuzzle your gorgeous titties'
You won't have to change me, I promise.
Unless you want to.
I am at it again Slip boy.
28th Jun 2012 12:23pm
The last lines are good. It wasn't said that the tears were of joy or sadness. Tears of fullfillment, putting out the fires of lust and passion that have now found fulfillment,the object reached. Many women ( maybe some men, although I have never personally observed it) cry after the act. Fulfillment,overwhelming relief; who knows. Desire,passion,action, orgasm; repose.
29th Jun 2012 8:02am
Just looking at the title of the poem would suggest that first appearances aren't always what they seem. To me the reason why this poem works so well, is you leave the reader to make his/her own conclusions. They may have been a reluctance to be involved and perhaps regret at the end but one thing was clear, the attraction was strong and intense!
7th Jul 2012 7:09pm
The title prepared me for Alice's Adventures in Wonderland ... I was puzzled for a moment until my mind jumped to Johnny Depp's performance as the Mad Hatter. Then I could really see it. Who would of thought little Alice could be so kinky!
