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    dots Submission Name: Succubus’ Smile Pt. 2dots

    Author: particularshard
    ASL Info:    23/m/DC
    Elite Ratio:    4.21 - 1159/1392/363
    Words: 152
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
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       Ah. Sometimes a poem is just what the doctor ordered. I have a very busy day today with alot of work to do, so I tried to get to bed early last night. For my trouble, I got a vivid dream instead of rest. I think i might actually be more tired than when I went to sleep, but it was pleasant enough I suppose. Honestly the dream like the poetry is probably my mind's desperate attempt to turn some of its energy toward creation instead of destruction (which is normally inflicted on my tired body or the nerves of my peers). I'll take what I can get.

    Oh and no - the the strange rhyme scheme in the middle was not on exhausted accident - its for cohesiveness so =P.

    This is the first one - see how much nicer she's gotten?

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    dotsSuccubus’ Smile Pt. 2dots

    I woke this morning tired and drained,
    A dishtowel wrung and tossed.
    My bed again a ravaged battleground,
    But what was gained for what was lost?

    You came once more, this time contrite -
    Repentant and unsure.
    You smoothed the furrows on my brow
    Creased deep from verbal wars.

    Ethereal hands massaged the cords
    Where muscles used to rest.
    And you rubbed the eyes that for hours pore
    Over Justice at its best.

    But for all your ministrations,
    Your fumbled proffered peace,
    You couldn’t staunch the old temptations
    And rode me like a beast!

    Yet I forgive if not forget.
    I was exhausted anyway.
    And your tender touch stays with me yet,
    Exchanged for rest with which I paid.

    Succubus, O Succubus!
    We can be nought but what we are.
    Truths and smiles are all we have in life –
    Without them we don’t get far.

    Submitted on 2006-11-30 08:01:13     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      How beastly was the ride? Lol. This is interesting, I can definitely commiserate with the wrung out dishtowel feeling. This Succubus however sounds like she knows what she's doing...
    | Posted on 2006-11-30 00:00:00 | by LadyChaos | [ Reply to This ]

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