Open Poetry #46 |
Driftwood V |
Eusta B. Mae Senior Member
since 2010-05-03
Posts 903 |
Driftwood's north side moss green eyes Shaded guard Of envy There is one for whom she still tries She goes out on a fragile limb Risking a spark To embers When what’s left of her heart remembers him She shimmy shimmers her slivers Attempting to slip Under his skin With goose bumps and quivers His touch to her rough wood feels smooth As he fondles her flaws To perfection Places only this carpenter knows how to soothe |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
:-) you nailed it Ma'am.. ( pun intended) love what you did in this one and how the characteristics bring to life the underlying message... smooth stuff ma'am... almost as smooth as sunbleached blonde wood, fine finshed by the hand of wind as he polished her privately.letting the moon watch her flaws disappear |
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Eusta B. Mae Senior Member
since 2010-05-03
Posts 903 |
Crazy smooth? (laughing) Thank you soooo much for your support. You have gone above and beyond and I can't thank you enough. Eusta |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Crazy smooth.... lol.... let's see.... open, pour, goes down rough until it sands the throat..then it is crazy smooth... repeat as neccessary :-) |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
Just so very gorgeous. What a beauty!!! |
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Eusta B. Mae Senior Member
since 2010-05-03
Posts 903 |
Blues- Whom? him or me? Trick question... __________________________________________ I'm likin' this Crazy Smooth guy, thanks for introducing him to me. |
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