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proportions of a wo/man charmed by a snake

From the first instant
my eyes laid bare
circled and squared
at the feet
of a Vitruvian man,
the one uniqueness
in my possession,
I was lust to your loins

as images permeated
shivering my thighs,
I felt a rising veracity
to savour the tang of you

longing to rip your Levi’s
into little streamers and hang them
from my window,
while tieing your Johnny Rebs
to my planter box,
the world would know
you
were
mine

I became the seductress
you could not resist
relentless, doggedly
designing schemes
so Machiavellian,
Lector would
have been impressed
and helped

shameless in my pursuit
pulling out all stops
I acted unaffected,
but the sight of your length
made me drool

my first tell

finally,
the maelstrom
churning my gut
my hunger,
gave me away

under the slick
of your hands,

my body arched
addicted to the textures
and plains,
mania seized all good sense

I writhed as you rocked,
by the time your hands
released my breasts,
I was howling my release
a wildcat thrashed to frenzy.

my trickster's hand called
and beaten by a pro
who could have guessed? me!
aced by the hand of a machinehead

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That's it I am off to my dark room to mull this over,
fancy a wrestle with a Vitruvian man,
there is no way I am going to compete with someone,
that plays with rings has four arm and four legs,
apart from some of the other wares he has on show,
Are you sure he is a machine head,
Yours Sparrow Te He He

PS:- he didn't sound like a snake to me ????

.
There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

I wrote this one nearly two years ago
and I have to say its one of my favourites
dont you go sitting in the dark for too long lol

he doesnt sound like a snake does he ?
he is definately a machinehead ;)

always love and hugs JC xxx

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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Though I feel the tug of an undercurrent here, I'll gladly soak in the shallows of this poem for a while. A pleasure to read. Well done.

Ron

Blue Demon77

"What I want is to be what I was before the knife,
before the brooch pin, before the salve, fixed me in this parenthesis:
Horses fluent in the wind. A place, a time gone out of mind."

The Eye Mote-Sylvia Plath

Nice to meet you I dont think I have met you before I am very glad you liked my poem as I said above its one of my favourites, there is a kind of restrained tone to this one ... a feeling of expectancy runs through it

thanks for the read and comment much appreciated

kind regards Jayne-Chloe :)

BTW my dads name is Ron I wont forget yours in a hurry lol

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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double post sorry !! lol

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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each stanza stands on itself "comme un petit bijou" [like a small jewel.

Love to you jc from your Joe

each stanza stands on itself "comme un petit bijou" [like a small jewel.

Love to you jc from your Joe

Its very good to see you again I see your still writing and posting I plan to get round and read a few poems tonight havent been able to kick back and relax for months I am SOOOO enjoying it .... so Happy you liked this one

with much love your JC

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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