We felt her presence as she stepped inside
Jasmine called attention as she came.
Silken garment rustled at her side
Catching light in brilliant flame.
Every eye transfixed attention gave
For her beauty caused such strong desire,
Who’d be first to issue welcome brave?
Wistful hearts joined cupid’s choir.
Each in turn resolved their luck to try
Competition eked the brave ones on,
No one moved with seconds passing by,
Move forward, or perchance she’s gone!
Thomas Wanton seized the moment fast
Strode to door his physique on display,
Winning smile on her this man did cast
Always his commencing play.
She’d outplayed some Thomas’s before
Swept him instant to her net.
So many men, she hadn’t kept a score
She’d take his money all that she could get.
And thus, it is forbidden pleasures are
So tempting that we feel their subtle pull.
When stepping hopefully through gate ajar
They seize us and destroy our strongest will.
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This is a thoughtful poem and quite a departure from you usual mantra. It reads well and the vamp picture ads to the aura. I wonder what inspired this in 2018 surely NOT “Song of the Ankle Rings” which, by the way, I thoroughly enjoyed.
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No the snippets on WP didn’t inspire the poem. That was something that just came into my head at the time. That period was quite productive as I just kept writing without a stop and all this years posts were from that period so I’ve been slacking off during a difficult health phase. Must get back into writing again. LOL
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The lure of the black widow – a mate and a meal 🙂
Peace,
Eric
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I wrote this poem in 2018, and last night as I continued to read your gifted book “Song of the Ankle Rings” I thought this should be the poem I put up today. You must have sent me thought messages as you were preparing your book then. 🙂
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