Captured
golden hoops
shine around . . . orbit through . . . pierced flesh
dangle down
against her
winter skin
covered in
lavender . . . woven threads . . . spring forth
against her
enhancing
round, sexy
breasts held
against her
against her
shine around . . . orbit through . . . pierced flesh
dangle down
against her
winter skin
covered in
lavender . . . woven threads . . . spring forth
against her
enhancing
round, sexy
breasts held
against her
against her
posted by Sir James Eric Watkins at 11:18 PM
4 Comments:
Bro, This one speaks volumes about that which can only be a male perspective. People sometimes forget, 'least I do anyways, that what we (you and I and others) observe as males and as writers can sometimes be quite prolific. Isn't that what we as writers try to do, like you've done here: capture, some nuance, a subtlety that stands out to elevate it's significance or analyze it's importance? I like this one a lot. Keep it up, Sir James! Incidentally, check your MYSPACE email.
Michael. I'm glad you liked it my friend, It's actually an old piece. Just broke it out to see how it feels.
It is beautiful as is the image it creates in the mind.
xx, Lo
My appreciation extents to you. [thank you is just too boring tonight. I'm too cerebral (sp?).] I should write. most likely.
carpe....uh...uh...night?
*high fives Lori.
hey. hey.
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