For Duff’s writing challenge.

 

In my right hand I carry a big feather.

On my left hand I wear a velvet glove.

My new outfit is made of real leather.

This will be a fun-filled night, my love.

 

I plant a passionate kiss upon your lips.

I caress your face with my gloved hand.

I trail the feather over your narrow hips.

I make you tremble right where you stand.

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  • Sandra A Flowers on Jun 2, 2009

    a great poem!!

  • Hollywood James on Jun 2, 2009

    Darla,

    Great poem!!! Paints a very sensuous image.

  • rajeev bhargava on Jun 2, 2009

    a really sunsual poem. SUPERB!!!

  • goodselfme on Jun 2, 2009

    I now have read 2 writes on these 2 objects.Thank you for the pleasant imagery in your well penned piece.

  • Katie Marie on Jun 2, 2009

    Well done, Darla.

  • ken bultman on Jun 2, 2009

    Whew, dogies!

  • moteintheeye on Jun 2, 2009

    Great poem. It does end too quickly though.

    motie

  • Deep Blue on Jun 2, 2009

    Another amusing lines which make shivers to the spine. Keep the idea flowing. Great piece.

  • ajmera on Jun 2, 2009

    lovely poem

  • Ruby Hawk on Jun 2, 2009

    neat,

  • LOVELYHONEY on Jun 2, 2009

    that should be enough to make his stand

    why then there is a need,

    to run after another one

    it may not at all stand

  • stumbleuponwriter on Jun 2, 2009

    This is good stuff..

  • swatilohani on Jun 3, 2009

    lovely Darla

  • Princess Dre on Jun 3, 2009

    really nice poem Darla – Princess

  • kate smedley on Jun 3, 2009

    lovely poem

  • CA Johnson on Jun 3, 2009

    This is a lovely poem, darla. You are a wonderful writer and I’m glad that I found your work.

  • Princess Dre on Jun 3, 2009

    Nice poem – I can picture the feather in your hand twirling – God Bless – fan/friend – Princess

  • Duff D Moss on Jun 8, 2009

    That’s a great use for a feather and a velvet glove for sure :-) Thanks for contributing to the challenge Darla. I hope you have a go next round too.

  • hfj on Jun 8, 2009

    I was trembling from the thought of the feather tickling the narrow hips. Wow, hot stuff Darla. Well done.

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