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painted love ( The Game)
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The stuff in my books (c) The days of ravishing beauty are falling awAy. Blurry vision squints away at honest attempts masking and puttying up then smoothing her worn tracks of life. She smiles to herself, vixens and cougars Desperately prettifying themselves scoff as she walks past them on the street with her sexuality effortlessly wafting through the air... She took delight in this, however today she was even more on edge...
She sits and suddenly concerned she peers closer, she murmers to herself the mirror imneed a new mirror, this one lays the honesty on too thick! H er defiance last a second then her rubuttal a defensive preparation, camoflage. the game is on. Eyes traced with khol smokey silvered edges Rose blushes in the cleaves of her cheeks and jaw. She knows her sex lies in more than her appeal. Doting the pulse of her elegant throat with a musky scent She smiles in the mirror ignoring her undressed lips for the by.Picking a soft creamy pinkly plum that gently glistens. With purposeful fingertips she glides the fallic mousse across Seductively she manouvres her lips to catch a full coating
The door bell rings. She catches her breath, he is younger than her by some and it plays on her mind. Resolving to keep her confidence and wits about her shell toy with him, a little, drive the conversation and explore Him quickly with her skilled expert hands and lucious caresses... The door bell sounds again time has been cut short.
The pace quickens with her heart tempo excitedly faster. Lashings of oily black laquer on the frills of eyelids, a quick round of dusting powder and she rises. Making her way to the door her cloak of confidence covers her, It wraps her body in sex and all knowing. Conquests become putty in her hands. And yet this one disarming grin framed by a strong jaw, finely chiseled cheekbones, piercing green eyes that felt as if they looked right through her suddenly enough to reduce her to her shy awkward adolescent days and instantly she became youthful and coy radiating girlish charm
In that look of apraisal flowing from gis eyes She surrendered to his masculinity and melted on his arm. What she didn't know was when their eyes locked, he saw himself become a man in her eyes.
I was compelled read more
I was compelled read more from this folder after scribble naughts etc... I now know why. You have a unique insight to thoughts and lay them in textulisations that move the reader from the expected sense. this (formatting excluded etc.) a well crafted piece!
Thanks inkstain :)
Thanks inkstain :)
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
dear friends and readers
Unfortunate occurances such as these will happen on an in sure world thankyou for your support thankfully we can all move on from this. People interpret poems as they wish and some are more affecting than other to different people for different reasons. I am sincerely sorry you had to witness these if you did. Provoking people is not an acceptable behaviour and as far as hiding behind a pseudonym it is because people who have not much else to do than provoke kind and generous hard working and decencent human beings who are just trying to survive in an already cruel world. This is a piece of many little prose piece of which I plan to write a book it is based on a close friends and my life and troubles. Coy cougar is a name I was toying with for the main character. I myself know that my work as a writer is something I enjoy. I also enjoy working in theatres. Dear SIS thankyou I know your response was from a good place. Regret nothing even the good lord only turns his cheek once . Dear daddy b thankyou for being the voice of reason you are correct there is no need for any of this to start. Also yes Drama Quench certainly could apply. :) I have a sense of humor and I refuse to be penalised by it. There are people who fear confidence in others it would be different world of they all faced thier trials and overcome them to gain thier own confidence. My work is none of anyone's personal business. Free forums are for positive or constructive feed back. Poetry is emotional and we all need to be more forgiving of that. Have a wonderful day fresh and new with a choice to move on and smile ;) HugSS and God Bless!
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."