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    dots Submission Name: Rosedots
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    Author: JanePlane
    ASL Info:    125/F/everyplane
    Elite Ratio:    6.76 - 415/433/130
    Words: 332
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
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    She called him Leo
    she didn't want to
    know his real name

    only that he got her jokes
    shared his smoke
    and told her that her tits were fabulous

    he had a mane
    all curly light locks
    that spiraled

    out of her control

    But nothing else was.

    She matched him shot for shot.
    "You're my kind of woman," he said.
    "What? Breathing?" she laughed.

    She told him stories about herself.
    First, she was a surgeon
    ("Curing erectile dysfunction, one Dick at a time.")
    Next, she was in hiding via US Marshals
    ("My name's been changed to protect the guilty.")
    Then, she was a spy
    ("I'm Agent Orange, don't get too close.")

    She was
    Jasmine
    Ginger
    Jezebel
    Aphrodite
    Bast
    Rhiannon
    Rose. . . and every other name.

    "Whoever I need to be."

    "Really, though, who are you?" he pleaded.

    "If I told you then I'd have to . . ."

    but before she'd finished her sentence
    eager words were licking at his lips

    "You're delicious," he whispered.

    "I've been told I taste like honey,
    but I'm not so sweet,"
    she replied.

    "You're giving me a buzz," he laughed.

    She shook her head, disappointed.
    "You can do better than that!"

    "I can. I will," he promised.

    They went to a hotel. She paid in cash.

    She kept the lights on.
    Put the TV on a music channel.

    "I want to know your name," he pressed.
    Then he said his.
    She turned the TV up
    and dropped her dress.

    "Stop talking and touch me!" she screamed.

    Her eyes were unapologetic. Her legs were parted.

    "But what if I want to see you again . . . "
    he shouted back.

    Now she felt naked.

    She bit her lip.
    "I told you, I'm not so sweet."




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      I like the movement in this, it moves right along at a good pace. The list of "pick a name" is a good one.
    | Posted on 2011-10-24 00:00:00 | by Blue Monk | [ Reply to This ]
      This remind me of one of the women in "For Colored Girls Who Thought of Suicide When the Rainbow Was Enuf" (I am reading it now)...I think it was the "Woman in Red" from the Choreo poem who described her encounters with men in a similar tone. When she was finished with sex...she wanted them to leave. She did not want a relationship...nothing personal. In this poem, the theme is similar...the woman offers sex...but not her person...the act is purely physical...nothing else...It becomes away to get away from oneself, to objectify oneself and another....It's a truth the needs telling and you did a great job with this.
    | Posted on 2011-10-23 00:00:00 | by EW61 | [ Reply to This ]
      Don't disturb the beast while it's feeding on the rose. Don't pollinate the rose, she's not so sweet.

    Sometimes us guys get a bad rep. I'm pretty sure he would have problem claiming another name, only she wasn't willing to give him that. It gets pretty awkward when the girl becomes the hunter instead of the sweet innocent rose. Well to some guys anyways. They aren't willing to give up the dominance factor.

    “You’re my kind of woman,” he said.
    “What? Breathing?” she laughed.

    Oh, you. That one got me lol

    But just like a girl can fake an orgasm, a guy can fake an "I love you". So when we're sincere, no one ever believes us. It's quite the curse.

    I really enjoyed this one, Jane.

    Matt
    | Posted on 2011-10-23 00:00:00 | by OneDarkFlame92 | [ Reply to This ]
      oooo but what if i want to see you again?

    mmm yes, she is all these personas...but the real one...less chance of hurt...just sate my physical appetite and don't try to get close to me....she is not criminal...she is not a whore---she is pretending to keep the emotions away...

    she kept the light on the tv blasting...to keep away the intimacy..it is just going through the motions...cause if there is any feeling attached to it other than physical, it gets dangerous for her.

    a rose by any other name will smell as vulnerable....

    it's almost like an internet love affair...with only internet handles, no real identities....no seeing inside each other...

    only a surface connection...one night stands are safer when there has been deep hurt before...

    this poem tells a tragic story...the loss of ability or want to get close to someone...to really make love rather than just have sex...

    just shut up and do the wild thing...i don't want to think about you tomorrow.

    i just want to feel good right now.


    jacob
    | Posted on 2011-10-23 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ]


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