smoke encircles her body
rising from the ashes of sin
not one other man
could comprehend
the places she has been
striding in
whoop-whish
her skirt flails about
as she spins atop
the counter part
scotch infused breath
on exposed skin
she lingers a moment
allowing her presence
to sink in
languidly lusting
for the touch of each
mans eyes
her ache to be the
centerpiece
of the crowded
mangled bar
realized
once she is assured
of capturing
their attention
it is now that she pounces
and no one
will ever understand
what hit ‘em
humm,, strong,,kinda scary too,, but good..
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ReplyDeleteWOW..this is too deep..passionate, i love your style Kay, extremely brilliant! i LOVE IT...............:))
ReplyDeleteWho's got the power now? Hehe. Bad girls rule.
ReplyDeleteBrilliant!!!
ReplyDeleteSMOKIN'! lol. can anyone tame the wild horse...smiles.
ReplyDeleteWonderfully put… I need to go draw the images expressed so well here. Spinning on the counter, definitely… I’ve seen her before, maybe more then once
ReplyDeletewon't someone come and hold her??
ReplyDeleteAh the power of a beautiful woman, if only she knew to use it in a productive way. Great poem Kay.....:-) Hugs
ReplyDeleteIts deep, strong, a bit scary and very good :).
ReplyDeletePluct yeah! When there is liquor on a beautiful woman's breath that directly translates in ALL languages to "magic in the air" for me.
ReplyDeleteI like horned women!
Very passionate, you are getting better and better and better - grand!
ReplyDeletewow - this was hot and dangerous writing...
ReplyDeleteThis composition is a master piece and a bit of harsh reality in today's world!!
ReplyDeleteRegards
Gaurav
I crave the shadows. This woman on the counter lives loud and large in a public arena, to fill small and silent spaces in private.
ReplyDeletePure seduction... nice!
ReplyDeleteThis hit me.
ReplyDeletesmoldering...I've seen this woman and
ReplyDeleteenvied her.
WOW... I wish sometimes I could be like that, others I prefer no one notices me... But it's a fact we've been there, we've felt that, we've seen it in others. And that's it- the power of seduction which does not vanish with the years...
ReplyDeleteGreat idea expressed as only YOu can!
люблю такие фотографии))
ReplyDeleteA very good poem, Kay. Diabolic beauty.
ReplyDeleteRe-reading, feel so wellknow to me. Does that makes sense.
ReplyDeleteHugs across the pond
Kay, I was stalked over at my personal blog. Closed it down. Here the new address:
http://versarcenciel.blogspot.com/
Very evocative, very strong.
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