Sheer scarves cover
a bed side lamp
as night slips in on tiger paws
the swaying beams of a velvet
moon drift through veils of lilac tulle
Her egg shell limbs are caught
in binds, her breasts alert gazelles
she is the red of womanhood
her eyes the shade of currency
Her mind is his confessional
and there is no sin grave enough
Oh wow!!!!! *whew* ❤❤🔥🔥🔥
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Thank you dear Eric ♥️♥️♥️
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❤
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Holly what I like about your work is that you never rest on your laurels. You are always pushing, always striving. This is incredibly atmospheric and evocative. I like the lines breasts alert gazelles (In Aramaic Dorcas and Tabitha mean Gazelle: so associated with women); eyes the shade of currency; her mind his confessional. Simple lines conveying so much
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Paul , thank you so much for a wonderful and insightful comment.
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Oh! I can totally visualize the scene! Wonderful, Holly!
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Thank you so much Meg.
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My pleasure!
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😊
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Another beautiful verse that captures the imagination like only you can do dear Holly.. Lovely to be be back and catch your lovely verse.. ❤ xxx Happy Weekend to you xx
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Thank you Sue,, I reallly appreciate your wonderful comment. Happy Weekend ♥️xx
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And to you Holly xx
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How sensual, how erotic, how dangerous. ❤
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Thank you Jack ♥️
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Belle image ! J’aime beaucoup 🙂
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Merci Gyslaine ! 😊
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Wow, breath-taking, Holly!!
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Thank you so much!
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You are so welcome 😊
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Thank you Jon
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More than well written, deep, and …. is she like the prostitute who listens? Do I over color your words in my mind. Perhaps your words color over my mind. Whatever, I sure love them now, before and I’m betting on tomorrow! Thank you, Holly! ❤
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“The prostitute who listens”. ..why didn’t I think of that title for this. 🤔 so funny. Adore thar! ♥️
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My mind is like a pizza with many toppings. ❤
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Mine is like a spinach and artichoke dip. ♥️
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Does that taste good? Sounds good. What do you dip in it? Sounds more delicate than hummus.
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It’s rspecially good with margaritas.
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LOL!
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WOW!
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Reblogged this on Die Erste Eslarner Zeitung – Aus und über Eslarn, sowie die bayerisch-tschechische Region!.
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Thank you.
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Wow! This is really amazing. Throwing “Shades of Grey” away.
Have a great weekend Holly! Michael
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Thank you Michael. Great insight into this.
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Thank you! Just simple words from me. Not the required actual assessment. Michael
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Lol! I like it.
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😉
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In Erotic art I am a little bit the proverbial “elephant in the porcellain shop”. 😉
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Elephants are always welcome.
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Lol
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A token to steal
… that broken seal
of the confessional.
Wonderful writing, Holly.
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Thank you David!
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I’m usually only speechless while feeding my face. This left me speechless by setting my head elves on fire. The scene in my mind as I read this was richly colored, goose down warm, and velvet smooth. Those gazelles, my gods, I’d confess to anything to keep them with me. An epic story in so few words. Beautiful H.
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Smiles! Thank you Hyperion, wonderful comment. Anything?
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Anything? Yes of course. I would even confess to things I hadn’t got around to doing yet.
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Big smile.
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Aside from you taking my breath away gorgeous, this poem “C and C” also did the trick. Sensual and detailed, your wording so carefully chosen to entice the mind….you are amazing indeed dear. Flawless.🌹🌹🌹
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Thank you Roy, lovely comment. 🌹🌺
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🌹🌹 welcome gorgeous 🌹🌹
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😍
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Love it ❤
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Thank you Maverick ♥️
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So powerful and epic!
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Thank you so much!
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Oh yes !! xxxx
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Thank you xxxx
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Beautifully done, Ms. Holly
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Thank you Audrey!
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This is so exciting in the minds eye… great words Holly 🙂 xo
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Thank you dear Si xo
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Always a pleasure dear Holly 🙂 xo
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Mine! 😊xo
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Hmmm… I think it’s mine xx
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So evocative. This one has a dark and seductive edge to it, methinks. Beautiful.
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Thank you Diane. Missed you. 😊
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You bring to life to the point where it IS real not imagined
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Thank you so much Feathers, that’s about the best thing a writer strives to do. That you think so is very encouraging!
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Ah if I can encourage a favorite poetess then I’m on the right track
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You are always generous and inspiring dear Feathers!
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The room blushed
to the red of womanhood?
(TBC…)
😉
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lol!
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Wow!!!
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I like the alert gazelles
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Thank you Mr. Cake. Smiles.
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Well there are always favourites of mine and this is a stunning simile…a new way of seeing, and that is always good. I am envious.
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Alert gazelles, I was on a roll. : ) You aren’t envious…I really appreciate the generosity though.
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Seriously I am envious…now I will be seeing alert gazelles! It has a surrealist sense of surprise…kind of like Lautreamont.
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I will have to read Ducasse , I’m not familiar with his works, It’s rare for such a young artist to have a major impact on literature having died at such an early age. You are kind and generous Mr. Cake, your encouragement is appreciated.
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Well I have posted about him (needless to say, I really need to focus). A strange life and a strange book, full of adolescent fury, but definitely a book that attempted to see the world in a new way and one that pushes language to the limit.
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https://cakeordeathsite.wordpress.com/2018/05/23/the-flight-of-the-cranes/
This has a lengthy quote.
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I’m glad you like it, I must come up with more perky little creatures.
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I don’t think I could bear it if you did Miss Heart
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It will be coming soon.
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You are a wicked wicked vixen.
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Yes, I am Mr. Cake.
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You can’t be Mr Cake I am Mr Cake… please don’t plunge me into an identity crisis.
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Sorry, I got confused.
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Does this mean I am Miss Heart if you are Mr Cake? You truly are wicked.
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Not really, just poor at grammar.
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That Miss Heart is one thing you are not… wicked definitely yes, but poor at grammar, no.
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That is sweet. I’m not really wicked, I prefer playful. 😘
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Just like a kitty…you are playful but regal as well.
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Thank you for playing along.
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You will have me purring soon.
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Don’t I even got a LOL for this?
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Lol … still laughing.
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😘
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