you seduce and reduce me
only to infuse me with a feelings that
leave me confused.
of feathered fingertips.
I raise my hips,
but you stand there composed.
unexposed to the confusing seduction.
Refusing to give in.
Content to stand there and watch while I
this is my type of seduction LOL
You are truly on a role mami.
I'm really diggin this and
the whole sense of everything!
|| Posted on 2005-03-21 00:00:00 | by Wynne Devereaux | [ Reply to This ] || I think the title fits after reading the piece. Control is obviously what the seducer wants and control is what the seducee wants to lose. Good write! Happy Friday! Love, Peace, Joy!||| Posted on 2005-02-18 00:00:00 | by Epiphany | [ Reply to This ] || confusing seduction...i think that would be a good title...that's what this is all about right? feeling something and not understanding it. i think this is a very honest poem...and i really don't think the title control fits at all. there is that element in there...but it's more about the feeling of hopelssness and confusion...yeah i really like this.||| Posted on 2005-02-18 00:00:00 | by playing card | [ Reply to This ] |