Belariath

This week's challenge topic is 'You Asked for It' this can be based on anything you can think up for Art, Stories, Poems, and Photography. Just have fun with it and be creative.

Stop by and see the entries, and comment, I am sure they would appreciate it.

Everyone is welcome to enter.

Here I sit across from you, on a pillow of deepest blue,
I think about what you said, and decide a color of apple red,
Will be your perfect gift, as you are settled in silky shift.
Looking o'er your hair brushed neat, to the painted toes of dainty feet,
I consider your unrealized words, said watching the flying birds.
On a day so sunny, no worries over bills or money,
we sat upon a park bench, inhaling deeply the flowers stench
From nearby planters, disturbed only by jogging panters
And the occasional honking horn and child playing warned.
Your finger brushed your hair back as the duck so close did quack
and utterances would soon provide comeuppances.
Across the way, warned child continued to play
listening not to mom or dad, acting oh so bad.
Soon there was yelling and I was foretelling
Of what was to come, detested by some,
But corporal in nature, probable I was sure.
On the other hand, you decried and took your stand
how it would scar and do nothing by far.
How in your life and causing all the strife
even as young you had deceived, such you had not received.
Silence was my retort, at your bold and presumptious report,
for I knew still yet you had years, for which to earn such tears.
Lips were held in close seal, as i flexed my hand of carpenters steel,
watching as you diatribed, thinking how I should be bribed
from providing to you this day, feelings a new this day.
bided was my time, as i digested your adjudged crime,
until the darkness did fall, all lights out in the hall.
Looking on your delicious ass, i decided time to get crass
had arisen so neatly, it had to be done completely.
There was no absolution, this was my resolution,
As i moved to sit on the bed, nearest your pretty head
Awaking you from your nap, dragged across my firm lap
Shift slips high, silks dragged down passed thigh
Until natures boon, shines like Sol's sister at non noon
Rubbed with calloused grip, realization causes you to yip
As my hand slaps on firmest curve, you curse my nerve
As first is landed and thus you are branded
Several more given, as red had done risen
Soon you are the apple to my eye, with you asking why,
though natures nectar runs on thigh, having succumbed with delightful sigh
I let go my rapier wit, 'Why Dear, you asked for it'

S.

Sorgram,


That was awesome, I have always thought your storyline and posts were well written but you have a Muse on retainer it seems. Very well done.

Taurn

Bravo Sorgram another prose well done. Your sardonic humor shines through, and I liked it.

Be careful what you ask for....

Well he asked for it. Great take on the subject and the art again is great.