Sunday, December 9, 2012

At the hem of her gown, he puddles...

Whirl Poem~
He forges a path across her lineage, running rampant down into her delicate space, he is caught up in this innate desire for her submission; instead she slyly, exquisitely invades his lost continent in her own relentless pursuit for him to succumb to Her needs.
 
 





8 comments:

  1. I have no clear guides on this matter as my step-mother is too far away (her choice) and my own mother and father have passed. So my vision is through the remaining eye of my almost 90 year old Mother-in-law.

    I like your brevity. Some traditions actually state that the man should please the woman first before fulfilling his own needs. You own damsel is indeed a smart woman. :)

    Thanks for your visit to my non-story piece. I've added to my story verse. You can access that through Mr. Linky at the Sunday whirl if you have and interest. Cheers.

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  2. gracias por tu visita a mi blog, nos hacemos seguidoras?

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  3. I have read that in some Asian cultures, it is considered manly and honorable for the man to satisfy the woman first. TY Jules for letting me in on your background. I will find the link tonight.

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  4. De nada, Inma, your blog is beautiful. I am following you now,
    and would love for you to follow me.

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  5. Brava - beautifully wordled and exquisitely stated tale beneath some lovely photos as well... the title drew me in

    http://thepoet-tree-house.blogspot.ca/2012/12/delicate-sensibilities.html

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  6. Hey S.E. gracias! I am coming over to visit you now.

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  7. Good, I was going for that. Hey Laurie.

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