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Gluttony

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She drips decadence.
I relish it;
Queen's richness drenched in 
Forbidden desire,
Stifles beneath elegant attire.
Her skin begs for long conversation,
That elated mental sensation.
Betwixt her breasts there is a rumble;
Her quivering lips are bound to stumble...
A delicate line from mine tongue,
And racing thoughts have no place to run.
She is mine.

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I like the lines "Her skin begs for long conversation/That elated mental sensation." But maybe the word "betwixt" is out of place though?

Joshua Hennen
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I agree 100 % with you Joshua. 100%. May I add that this poem is very well thought out as most of your poems are Michael. I like the way the snyopsis brings this poem from the second line "I relish it" to the closure of the poem "She's mine"...

I agree 100 % with you Joshua. 100%. May I add that this poem is very well thought out as most of your poems are Michael. I like the way the snyopsis brings this poem from the second line "I relish it" to the closure of the poem "She's mine" Hook, line, and sinker. A thing of beauty, great job. Betwixed definetly does NOT fit. Maybe - within her fumbling breast there is a rumble-something of this affair. But then agaain she is afterall your queen.

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Vangoman
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I like "betwixt" it makes me think tangled... I can picture it in my head like black knotted yarn growing and turning into a creature all it's own...

wickedwahine_69
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"drips decadence". Imagery is just yummy, no other way to put it.

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