The tattered t-shirt a dying
ember within his tentative
mind
was stamped forever
in a heart long frozen, how
she wore it like a yule log
glowing merriment and joy;
a breach of judgement
ignited concupiscence,
he touched her crimson lips
with his, probed further
until she pulled back,
slapped him like a grease
fire on the stove.
@laurie kolp
{osculating~ kissing; concupiscence~ strong sexual desire, lust}
Prompt inspiration: 3WW (breach, ember, tentative)
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Powerful. Excellently written.
ReplyDeleteVery well written and you know exactly where to draw the line!! The stinging end is brilliant!!
ReplyDeleteWow, great poem with closing lines that smart. Well done.
ReplyDeleteWhat a clever use of words..I feel full of new words..and smiling at that ending..Jae :)
ReplyDeletevery cleverly done.
ReplyDeleteA turn of play for one who stole a kiss can never get away. Great array of word play!
ReplyDeleteHank
Oooh! Awesome imagery, and I love the end. Ha!
ReplyDeleteSo well done! Love the last verse!!!
ReplyDeleteBeen there, done that. (Well written.) :-)
ReplyDeleteMen do tend to misread the signals and get burnt by the reaction to their advances. We are such fools!
ReplyDeleteosculating fire. love the title and the rest of the entry :)
ReplyDeleteYour wordplay and imagery is terrific here, Laurie. Love that grease fire reference. Vivid!
ReplyDeletemagical word painting.
ReplyDelete:)