passionate poetry

Hallowseduction

noreply@blogger.com (namae) — Mon, 01 Nov 2010 07:47:00 +0000

Hallowseduction by Mike K2

You told me to stay away,
with you, I don't want to play.
You coldly said you're a vampiress,
you'll take the life out of me...
When we undress.

Seduced first by your macabre charm;
astonishing you, I fear no harm.
I placate this irrational trepidation,
reversing this to an erotic inspiration.

Fireplace, crackers and potion of the vine,
romantically enchanted, everything is fine.
Absinthe cordials, that green fairy glow;
whole body says," I know where this will go!"

Seductively affected with each's spirit;
with locked eyes, together they hover.
Seeking from the other their life;
making their partner with pleasure rife.

No stone is left unturned,
nor partner's thoughts spurned.
Released is the spirits of true spectres;
as only orgasmal bliss festers.

With love heaped upon those two vampires
collapsed upon the other's, embered fire.
Her sweat makes a conductor of sound,
allowing him her heartbeat to be found.

Beat! Beat! Beat! Beat! Beat! Beat! Beat!
Beat! Beat! Beat! Beat!
Beat... Beat... Beat...
Beat... Beat...

She slips into a contented deep slumber,
to that end, he hesitantly lumbers.
Affixed to her breast,
a rubber spider in the night,
for one last good morning fright!

In the Vampiress' realm should he tread?
Or take her out to dinner,
the next night instead?

- by Mike K2

Extremely Rude Write

noreply@blogger.com (namae) — Fri, 01 Oct 2010 10:25:00 +0000

Extremely Rude Write by milushka

S'il vous plait, garcon!
S'il vous plait, I'll be paying for my sins.

For a sous or two,
I will buy indulgences.
I will pray daily
to American Idol
as it is the custom of the land.

Do, as the Romans do.

In America
do me as they do me
in New York.

Fuck you, motherfucking asshole!

S'il vous plait garcon,
I won't leave a sous on the table for
that imbecile male dancer.
He did me no service,
the service was not worth a penny;
considering I am a guest in your country.

I am Canadian
and I will stand proudly
on the guard for thee
at the door to your American
Chateau du Sexe
to protest vehemently.

Remember, the French invented the foreplay
and the kiss.

Vive les Americans!

- by: milushka

The Art of Masterful Seduction: Woman Behind the Pen

noreply@blogger.com (namae) — Wed, 01 Sep 2010 11:41:00 +0000

The Art of Masterful Seduction
Chapter 9: Woman Behind the Pen by Karina J. Belkin

Business suit by day, inhibitions dressed.
Seeping sensuality, concealed in reticence.
Desires for decadence covered by enigmatic
Allure layered in suppressive silence.

Erotic expressions stifled by endless demands,
Never forgotten, just apprehended temporarily.
Waiting for its time, like the hot sun rising,
Then lowering, calculated by nature's call.

Daydreams of exhibition's release unfolding,
Like the petals of a wild dark tiger rose opening,
Blooming in exquisite self-expression,
Submerged in thoughts of expansive mystique.

Seeds of tensions planted through the day,
Needing protrusion through fertile grounds.
Ideas collecting into reservoir of desires,
Awaiting an avenue of immediate satisfaction.

Negligee by night adorned in exposure.
Percolating heat like steam looking to rise,
Flaring volcano releasing artistic firestorm,
Sultriness finally erupting through words.

- by Karina J. Belkin

Unwanted pictures

noreply@blogger.com (namae) — Sun, 01 Aug 2010 15:26:00 +0000

Unwanted pictures by Dogz

fucking sins above
sucking fucks live

touch little boys
trusting eyes open

mama take away
take that man

down to hell
let him burn

burned it is
my soul died

ten years old
dirty thoughts not

of dirt unclean
thoughts seen forever

daddy
why did you
touch me there

- by Dogz

Ecstasy Is The Soul's Escape: The Crown of Wealth

noreply@blogger.com (namae) — Thu, 01 Jul 2010 15:17:00 +0000

Ecstasy Is The Soul's Escape
Chapter 12: The Crown of Wealth by Karina J. Belkin

There's beauty painted on my face
Of gardens soaked in summer's kiss
And honor layered within grace
Of orchid blossoms filled with bliss.
Mandarin dreams releasing light,
Lord Buddha's vision of delight.

From birth trained in the pleasing art,
The canvas where I stroke my brush.
I paint desire through your heart;
Silence your fire with one hush.
My silken bristles dipped in wine,
Succulent lychee from His vine.

A lion's Queen of porcelain,
In amber skies glowing with reign,
Majestic ruler of your den,
Elation's peaks to entertain.
A fragrant jasmine flower's dew,
The crown of wealth you can't subdue.

- by Karina J. Belkin

Never Feed an Over-Tired Muse Wine

noreply@blogger.com (namae) — Tue, 01 Jun 2010 15:11:00 +0000

Never Feed an Over-Tired Muse Wine by mfwilkie

We melted in a pool of undulating lust;
Yin and Yang, on a hot summer night.
He was my Greek, my Adonis, my sonnet
of dreams, and I devoured him with all of my might;
biting off more than I could chew.

- by mfwilkie

Fire and Ice: Hidden Desire

noreply@blogger.com (namae) — Sat, 01 May 2010 15:07:00 +0000

Fire and Ice
Chapter 24: Hidden Desire by Dawn of Tomorrow

Behind the veil of peaceful dreams
a dark illusive force appears.
He calmly kneels beside my bed;
his brush of passion quells my fears.

His clouded face eludes my sight,
except his eyes of deepest brown;
a tender kiss from hidden lips,
a slow caress beneath my gown.

Arising he extends a hand,
inviting me to join his dance.
A magic cloud envelops me;
impels my heart to take a chance.

Engaging in a lover's song
he twines emotions with desires
and gently guides seduction's waltz
into a realm where joy inspires.

He softly cups my milky breasts
as heated moisture paints designs.
His fingers slowly sketch a trail
into the cleft where warmth combines.

Excitement steers his teasing touch;
sensations craft a rainbow arc,
inciting him to breach the gap,
infuse his flame; ignite our spark.

Eruptions with volcanic might
create a streaming lava flow.
Elation's light adorns my face
with rays of pleasure's afterglow.

Enwrapped within his soothing hug,
my eyes confront his amber stare,
requesting that he lift the mask,
reveal the man whose love was rare.

A good-bye kiss he softly gives,
then silently departs the night.
My spirit's left to wondering;
whose face was hidden from my sight?

- by Dawn of Tomorrow

Bob

noreply@blogger.com (namae) — Thu, 01 Apr 2010 14:38:00 +0000

Bob by Sandman

Her whole body blushed
A bright crimson red
The first time I caught her
With Bob in our bed.

She tried to explain
While scrambling for cover.
But my concentration,
Was locked on her lover.

He put me to shame
In girth and in length
But the sight of them together
Was making me think.

I told her my idea
And at first she was surprised
But within a few minutes
She was spreading her thighs.

It only took her a second
To get Bob turned on
Then she gave me a smile
Her inhibitions were gone.

She guided him in
With a sigh of delight
My heart began to pound
And my pants grew too tight.

I stripped off my clothes
My excitement quite clear
And I continued to watch
Until her orgasm was near.

Then I climbed on the bed
Wrapped my hand around Bob
Helped him pump faster
And we finished the job.

Then we made love
For most of the night
And we awoke in the morning
Holding each other tight.

Now it's quite often
Our two becomes three
I love my wife dearly
And she loves me.

Everything has been better
Since that night back then
When I caught my wife in bed
With her Battery Operated Boyfriend.

- by Sandman

The Art of Masterful Seduction: I Am Everywhere

noreply@blogger.com (namae) — Mon, 01 Mar 2010 14:26:00 +0000

The Art of Masterful Seduction
Chapter 8: I Am Everywhere... by Karina J. Belkin

Seductive winds blow through my hair,
Flinging like long rays of a wild burgundy sun,
Flaming over protruding mountain tops,
Erect and peaking through curvaceous lands.

Gliding over turquoise skies, eyes closed in marvel,
Embracing cotton candy clouds, pink with delight,
Delicious with decadence, high in euphoria,
Flying through my longings, free to be untamed.

Landing barefoot on tall wet grasses, I leap forth,
Running through meadows of orchids gently
Brushing and stroking against my vibrating body.
Perfume of exhilaration, teasing my silken skin.

Surging waterfall of liquid diamonds greets me,
Trickling crystal essence over my trembling soul.
I open my eyes, adorned with the ultimate jewel of ecstasy,
Realizing while entwined with you, I am everywhere.

- by Karina J. Belkin

First Time

noreply@blogger.com (namae) — Mon, 01 Feb 2010 06:06:00 +0000

First Time by Michael Firewalker

____FIRST TIME____
[for Vivian, remembering
the first time I loved you]

do you remember
that first one
lotta years
sweet baby
lotta tears

guess not
maybe

well
when I look back
you
I still see
shining and new

and hungry butch me
eager for glory
in easy transition
from horses to Harley

wearing
not caring whether
there was any disdain
for my old boots and leathers
I came
cruising into
your womyn's domain

when I saw you
you held me
in flame

you licked
with your eyes
right up my soul

I knew it was true
I'd gone insane
I'd gratefully go
anywhere

I'd do
anything everything
only for you

in that aisle of dyke books
you stood in black glory
telling your story
with sly little looks
at the center of me

staring then asking
daring to question
if I might be packing

my answer took you
to the back of your store
took you on the floor
hot
hotter than
you'd ever been before

lotta tears
lotta years
I can still hear us laughing
through all the hate-pain

now when I love you
remembering then
you move 'neath my touch
and I live it again
knowing that you
are doing the same

your Love sings in me
it has grown wisely great
beneath our acclaim

it's so very much
more than before

and today I can see
straight to forever
the lively estate
where we two can be
inviolate

Violet Flame

- by Michael Firewalker

Ecstasy Is The Soul's Escape: My Taj Mahal

noreply@blogger.com (namae) — Fri, 01 Jan 2010 07:10:00 +0000

Ecstasy Is The Soul's Escape
Chapter 9: My Taj Mahal by Karina J. Belkin

As the sun kisses your lips adieu,
Sultry Luna brings on her Arabian nights.
Gold dust paints the floating obsidian sea
With the oasis of my impervious desires.

Silhouette wrapped in jasmine-scented silk.
Almond eyes deeply painted as onyx gems.
Skin glistens with warmed rose-petal oils.
Every sensual curve shimmies to the rhythm
Of your distinctly enslaved touch.

Dancing before your throne of awakening,
Entwined within passion's blossoming sea,
Justly crowned palace of your enticement
Weaves oneness around you as ecstasy.

Dew-drenched lotus chambers of rapture,
Swelling petals of lychee velvet,
Depthless and constricting with heat,
Pull at the rope of your manhood,
Swallowing your soul's final release.

Free to roam the depths of her eternity,
Another star is born of my love.
Suspended in the Arabesque sea of night,
Slave to Luna's sensual kiss, my Taj Mahal.

- by Karina J. Belkin

A Man Makes Love to Woman

noreply@blogger.com (namae) — Tue, 01 Dec 2009 10:17:00 +0000

A Man Makes Love to Woman by Michael Firewalker

Deep within
the downy comfort
of my bed,
you lie so very still,
your arms warm
and softly open,
waiting.

Where love-light
gently glows,
a pulsating fire
sweetly flows,
as velveteen kisses
caress hungry skin.

I begin
massaging you
in burning strokes,
releasing chills of lust,
testing all your trust,
as they tear right through
me and you,
finding their way
within the most
searing madness
of our practiced,
perfect sin,
unleashing all
those exhibitionist thrills
that are the bliss-filled wonder
of frankly carnal display.

Soon,
we together enter
ancient, primeval wilds.
Shameless and undefiled,
we become old Earth,
as She was wrought
so long ago,
when heaven fought,
and glory fell
in neon scenes
of God in hell.

Now,
you draw me in,
pulling me
until I come
bidden true,
sliding through your wetness,
shell-pink hidden treasures,
each meticulously measured,
and thoroughly ridden.

Suddenly,
our lightning crashes.
Soaring, twining streaks of light
meet high in bright collisions,
exploding in clashes
that leave long,
streaming flashes
of raw and screaming
psychic power.

On this we've come to feast,
this excruciating purity
of raging, naked fury
desparately needing release,
demanding to sate,
and to be sated.

At last I part
your convoluted
carmine pathway.
And then I'm falling
down, down, down,
all the way
into the dark
moist wilderness
of your well-travelled wild,
that beloved, secret child
who is my wise desire,
and my most sacrosanct prize,
the mystery that lies
behind those amorous torrents
that run inside
your golden eyes,
your independent,
and sacredly
resplendent
woman's
heart.

- by Michael Firewalker

On the Run

noreply@blogger.com (namae) — Sun, 01 Nov 2009 10:14:00 +0000

On The Run by Foster

Girl,
You keep me running,
Restless, breathless,
One step ahead of me
With your game.
Still, I love how
You play.
I pull you close.
Your beauty inspires.
I kiss your neck.
I caress your breasts.
Your woman’s scent.
Leads me ever
Downward to your
Pussy.
Where, for a time, you
Allow me to remain.
You pull me up,
Insert my cock, and
Command me to fuck.
We climb together,
Together we collapse.
And I am running on
Empty.

- by Richard Foster

Seduction

noreply@blogger.com (namae) — Thu, 01 Oct 2009 10:07:00 +0000

Seduction by paige won

Tonight my love I burn for you
Hungering for your touch.
Lying here cocooned in darkness
I anticipate seduction.
Before you lay a soothing hand
Upon my fervid flesh
I feel your fiery breath.
Breathe you in like
Heaven's own scent.
Cool air kisses my burning body
As you slowly slide the silk
Over my shoulders
You kiss my mouth taste my desire
The salty dampness of my skin
As tensions build I feel them
Thunder through the air pressing into me
Hard and unyielding
Making me writhe and cry out for more
I am for you and you alone
You make me hot and yet, I shiver
When you move away I squirm, I quiver
But your hand upon my body lingers
I am open for you and I am dripping
All over your fingers.

- by paige won

Fantasias of the Future: Trembling Fire

noreply@blogger.com (namae) — Tue, 01 Sep 2009 09:41:00 +0000

Fantasias of the Future
Chapter 30: Trembling Fire by Lady & Louis

trembling fire-glow lights
such a feast spread before me
I hardly know where to begin
my gaze moves over you
warm light and shadows
all that cloak your skin

soft crackle of logs burning
scents of juniper and rose
velvet and silken canopies
frame and background to you

your face, your beautiful face
in my mind every day for so long
those eyes that first enchanted me
now bright with love
lips smiling
every last feature, beauty's standard to me

those curling black-brown locks
as silken-strong as I always hoped

your body
slim and strong and beautiful
in its commonplace perfection

Italian-dark skin, untouched by sun
the touch of fine dark hair on your arm
and scattering on your chest
nipples rose-dark in this light
your flat belly, the dark curls crowning
your penis, warm and hard

the lean straight line of your legs
and narrow high-arched feet

back and forth my gaze wanders
I don't know where to look next
everything I see entices me

no Greek god you, my love
no muscled absurd athlete
you are your ordinary self
and everything I ever hoped

I want to touch and taste you all
I want no haste, but I want it all now

your husky voice is the sweetest sound I could hear
and your hands are so warm upon me
as we are drawn into the circle of each other's arms
in the enclosing world of our room
our bed
where even this blessed world goes away

and paradise needs only two

- by Lady & Louis

Fire and Ice: Silk and Lace

noreply@blogger.com (namae) — Sat, 01 Aug 2009 09:34:00 +0000

Fire and Ice
Chapter 19: Silk and Lace by Dawn of Tomorrow

I feel temptation's presence brush my face;
romantic eyes are gleaming in the night.
He's brought the finest gift of silk and lace;
this negligee induces sheer delight.

He slowly demonstrates seduction's game
as virile hands caress beneath my gown.
Cascading kisses spark my yearning flame;
on rapture's breeding bed he lays me down.

He carefully discards my graceful veil,
exposing soft and intimate designs.
Upon this lush decor his fingers trail
until they rest where joy is redefined.

I'm captured deep within his amber gaze
while silently I'm teased with pleasing care.
My body arches as this lover plays
and nectar flows from passion's secret lair.

Enticed by streams of steaming ecstasy,
his piercing magic enters warmth's abyss.
Indulging every merging fantasy,
we're cast where dreams are forged to reminisce.

In harmony we climb elation's peak
where tension fuels explosion's hot release.
Upon the summit forms devotion's creek
that seals a bond where love will never cease.

- by Dawn of Tomorrow

Mediterranean Knight

noreply@blogger.com (namae) — Wed, 01 Jul 2009 09:31:00 +0000

Mediterranean Knight by Sue-z-Q

We met on a lovely Grecian isle,
loving Mediterranean nights.
We talked while walking along the shore,
and chose to share some carnal delights.

She deftly removed her skimpy bra,
and took off my shorts with a caress.
Lastly her panties were cast aside.
We laid on the sand in nakedness.

I kissed and suckled her lovely mounds.
She began stroking my pride and joy,
playing my manliness like a flute,
and treating me like I was her toy.

While stroking her femininity,
I knew she'd like it if I would sup.
It made her squirm with heavenly joy
as I drank deep of her velvet cup.

Peaking brought on her sensuous squeals.
Then she pleasured me, amorously.
Following these delicious delights,
we couldn't resist more ecstasy.

Above us we saw a falling star,
For greater love making we did wish.
Panting and sweating throughout the night,
we sought deep feelings we'd both cherish.

Heavenly happiness we enjoyed.
Gaily crowning our last crescendo
with seeds to grow a future in love
and sipped champagne in the afterglow.

- by Sue-z-Q

Wild Women

noreply@blogger.com (namae) — Mon, 01 Jun 2009 09:28:00 +0000

Wild Women by AlvinTEthington

He finally convinced his wimpy wife
To let him tie her to St. Andrew's Cross
He wanted her to feel alarmed for life
He wanted her to feel complete, full loss

They had a cabin in the wooded hills
To which they trekked that fateful day in June
He brought out rope, so ready for his thrills
Inflicting pain until out came the moon

Her wild and crazy women then appeared
They stripped him of his clothes and left him nude
The coven tied him to the cross and leered
He finally discerned that he was screwed

They took a razor, shaved his body whole
They took away his false male potent role.

- by AlvinTEthington

Love Poems for Would- Be Lovers: Duality

noreply@blogger.com (namae) — Fri, 01 May 2009 09:24:00 +0000

Love Poems for Would- Be Lovers
Chapter 7: Duality by naji

Love is a duality
Of selfish indulgence and naive selflessness.
Intently he watches when she sleeps.
To seek a clue, to plumb her depths.
Each time they seek to consummate their love,
Invariably they ride the same carousel.
He is guided by his senses
To hear the moan, the groan.
To feel the juices of arousal.
But no matter how he tries,
He cannot feel her pleasure,
Nor can he feel her suffering.
Rejection, he never anticipates.

The alarm rings.
He awakes and all fragmented thoughts
Filter from his head.
He gets up and sidles to the kitchen.
The aroma of strong brewed coffee
Dulls his sense of awareness
Until she moves close to him.
She seeks a hug, a kiss , simple tactile needs.
Like Pavlov's salivating dogs,
He is aroused, .... she is repulsed.

- by naji

Ecstasy Is The Soul's Escape: Cleansing Rites

noreply@blogger.com (namae) — Sun, 01 Mar 2009 09:14:00 +0000

Ecstasy Is The Soul's Escape
Chapter 5: Cleansing Rites by Karina J. Belkin

Let's bathe in rhythms filled with fire,
Propel our souls to blaze all doubt.
To taste of freedom, then acquire
The tango's passion made devout.
I'll swallow inhibition's frost
And melt it down at any cost.

Engulf your moves with velvet waves
To ride the ridges to your throne.
Desire's king and queen as slaves;
Swimming to peaks, just to postpone
Climax' blanket for our flames,
Extinguishing our fev'rish games.

Drink pleasure's wine with tongues in dance
From fountains free of yearning's filth.
Two bodies burning in advance,
Releasing all their drunken spilth.
Deep diving motions reaching heights,
Both savoring our cleansing rites.

- by Karina J. Belkin

The Art of Masterful Seduction: Rapture

noreply@blogger.com (namae) — Sun, 01 Feb 2009 09:09:00 +0000

The Art of Masterful Seduction
Chapter 3: Rapture by Karina J. Belkin

Ceiling fan spinning steam about,
Blowing desire around the room.
Anticipation burns like incense.
Smoke of hunger striking eyes,
Igniting two flames yearning to be as one.

A bull before a Matador's flag,
You're blinded by torture of forced patience.
Watching my cat eyes piercing,
Dark, hypnotic jewels penetrating,
Charming you with their glare.

Standing before you, erotic temptress,
Goddess of your pleasures and pains,
Slowly revealing, teasing, tormenting.
Dissolving your sugar-coated sanity
In my molten red, flowing lava.

Electric body, glistening with lust.
Bustier painted on erect cleavage,
Towering legs inviting, tiny waist arousing.
An hourglass delaying instant indulgence,
Spreading gratification into forever.

Rewarding your trembling body,
Irresistible quenching of my thirst,
Drinking from your well of satisfaction,
Engulfing your wanting with final release.
Extinguishing two flames into one heap of ash ...called rapture.

- by Karina J. Belkin

Midst of Smoke: A Poet's Lust by Isaiah Gomez

noreply@blogger.com (namae) — Thu, 01 Jan 2009 09:29:00 +0000

Midst of Smoke
Chapter 1: A Poet's Lust by Isaiah Gomez

Fallen poets of the past
Have found their successor
Grasping her in a reverie of fantasy
Embracing the talented vessel

They molest the tender flesh
Coalescing legend and spirit
Seducing her into passion
Bestowing ecstasy into flowing veins

Fertile loins accept their sensual touch
Absorbing gifted semen
Impregnating, embodying the soul
And pleasuring the flesh

Organic juices flow
As she accepts their muse
Vigor being stimulated
As it draws away from her

Breath entranced in her lungs
Falling away into bliss.
Fruitful seeds spawn their words
Through her poetic pen.

- by Isaiah Gomez

Respect Your Elders by Fat man Says

noreply@blogger.com (namae) — Mon, 01 Dec 2008 02:10:00 +0000

Respect Your Elders by Fat man Says

Say... "Mister:
Can you take a little time for a twisted sister?"
"Have no time for your kind, why do you
Call me mister?"

"I have real respect
For any older man, wanna walk, I'll hold your hand?"
"Really thanks and thanks again but
I don't need a guide."

"Look mister
I was really thinking about giving you a ride."
"Appreciate your kindness and now my
Heart's starting to race!"

"Now you're talking,
Mister at a time like this you can't be pale faced.
If you think it ain't really gonna play
I'll give you a taste.

At your age mister
I would never think of letting anything go to waste.
Having respect for my elders
There will be no haste."

- by Fat man Says

Having An Affair:

noreply@blogger.com (namae) — Sat, 01 Nov 2008 02:04:00 +0000

Having An Affair
Chapter 4: Lost... by Hetty

Lost...

His velvet voice held answers to the choice I had made;
to feel again the blade of lust's unforeseen thrust.
I yearned to free the wife from the chains of married life;
to clear the settled dust in my sleeping veins.

Mesmerized, ensnared by his fingers on my body;
I hungered as they lingered, trailed ribbons of desire.
My senses flooded in raging inflammation,
rampaging through blood made reckless with heat.

Needing small encouragement, my lips opened wide
to feel his tongue inside, with liquid delight.
Like a fledgling feeding in endless swallow
I knew what would follow would help my flight...

Lost. I was lost
in a sweet, honeyed promise;
this stranger-adonis bade my senses awake.
Responding to his touch in uncontrollable shiver,
passion rippled like a river through my tortured skin.

Then I breathed him in, as he reached deep inside
felt our bodies slide as one, enmeshed in each other.
For an instant he was still in prolonged anticipation
and I longed for penetration to fulfil my flesh.

Then slowly he moved in a rhythmic push
Impaled to the core, in a rush of warmth
- I clung to his hips, embracing the ride,
my heart lassoed in erotic rip-tide...

The climax washed over me in sensual spasm
in an ever climbing wave of orgasmic joy.
I found a new terrain, alive with adventure
I wondered if I'd ever feel the same again...

- by Hetty

Antebellum Maiden - Part III by Seraphim Delphinium

noreply@blogger.com (namae) — Wed, 01 Oct 2008 01:58:00 +0000

Antebellum Maiden - Part III by Seraphim Delphinium

Maiden Enchanting

Nubile young virgin named beauty incarnate
Honey gold tresses, lips of dark garnet
Rises from sheets Peruvian cotton
Sweets on her pillow, love not forgotten.

Bodice of tight fitting royal lace
Naked beneath excruciating brace
Covers the mistress's new growing mantle
Light plays her breasts from flickering candle.

Imported silk gown in grosgrain turquoise
Layering petticoats, barely a noise
Sashaying hoop skirt, pink ribbons trail soft
Swaying svelte hips beneath head held aloft.

Cotillion calls fair young maidens from town
Gentlemen, suitors, fine dressed all around
Linen white gloves past delicate elbow
Exposed powdered shoulders, rising breast's hollow.

Maiden purveys, surveys introductions
Bowing so slightly, eyes speak seduction
Casts out her line amid lineage's function
Sweet soulful siren's chastity junction.

- by Seraphim Delphinium