Wyvern Posted September 26, 2003 Report Posted September 26, 2003 Pulsing, slivering they quiver Slipping upon foamy oil Through the dark they slide and shiver In natural turmoil. In conflict, they rub and brush Twisting, heated till they boil Intertwined in such a rush Their crimson colors soil. They bend and press, locking tight Wrestling, they fight and toil Bathed in filth, their will and might Give way to combat spoiled. The lips unlock, the embrace ends The tongues exit their duel Disgust remains, for love depends On bitter-tasting drool.
Nyyark Posted September 26, 2003 Report Posted September 26, 2003 would this be about a french kiss. if so LOL!!!! The twist in the end is great, I thought is was talking about disapointments themselves all the way until the end. The imagry was really good btw, and the word choice creates a great mood. Good Job Wyvern
Alaeha Posted September 26, 2003 Report Posted September 26, 2003 I love it... this is the real reason that you should brush your teeth.
Salinye Posted September 26, 2003 Report Posted September 26, 2003 Okay, how is it that I suddenly don't ever want to be kissed again?!! My husband may have words with you, Wyvie! ~Salinye
Appy Posted September 26, 2003 Report Posted September 26, 2003 *Appy applauds* it's great, very fine work
Regel Posted September 27, 2003 Report Posted September 27, 2003 Regel bows to the master wordsmith. Your choice of words are like brushstrokes on a canvas Wyvern.
Rhapsody Posted September 27, 2003 Report Posted September 27, 2003 Whoa, I liked it up to the last stanza. After that I was half-repulsed, half-amused. V. creative.
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