Poetry: Quiet Lust
Quiet Lust
A young woman sits on the subway train
Insecure
possessing beauty and precociousness that only God could form
Grown men
stare in blank disbelief at this quiet beauty of womanly proportions
Businessmen and proletariat alike all smile and nod as they imagine her in their beds
She would learn how to use her beauty in coming years
but for now it was a burden
The look of discomfort and shame she displayed
Made me want to protect her, hold her
and keep her for myself
A young woman sits on the subway train
Insecure
possessing beauty and precociousness that only God could form
Grown men
stare in blank disbelief at this quiet beauty of womanly proportions
Businessmen and proletariat alike all smile and nod as they imagine her in their beds
She would learn how to use her beauty in coming years
but for now it was a burden
The look of discomfort and shame she displayed
Made me want to protect her, hold her
and keep her for myself
Comments
Sounds like carthasis ***wink*** or shall I say victory is yours bro :)
LOL
But seriously, as a young girl coming up I felt this way.
In the end...I definitely did. :)
JB-
Hey there! Where have you been? I thought that you gave up on the blogging thing. :)
You know, I would feel terrible if I made any woman feel uncomfortable based on the way that I'm looking at them.
Grace
P.S.
How did you find out about my blog spot?
I did a search on WHCJ and your blog showed up. I spoke to Mr. Carter on Monday, but tell em' that tracked you down. :) What part of Savannah are you from? I lived there for 5 years. I left a piece of me there when I left.
Have a great day, and I hope you all dry out there on the East Coast! I hope you are still water free in the basement!
Thank you so much. Actually, the end of the poem suggest that I want her all to myself. In other words, I'm not looking at her the same way that the other men are, but my thoughts are similar to their thoughts. **shame** :) Well, it's purely fictional, but you get the point.
This poem is all about choices and perception. The thing that separates us as men is how we conduct ourselves in public and what we will or will not do. Choices.
As for the rain, the soaking rain has stopped and the home is still dry. Thanks for thinking of us.
the cadence of train and track
was the sound
of love dancing beneath their feet
she stood
a burnt orange tulip
pursed and blooming
in a sea of brown
bodies pressed tight
a rush hour mating dance
they two step to clack clack
of love dancing beneath their feet
Whew! You put some spices on that poem. I taste fresh ginger and cinnamon sticks! Thanks, that was a great addition.
bougie-
I know, you can't help it. You have to beat em' back with a baseball bat. :) What's up!
I like that..."soaking up our beauty." :)Yeah, it's not cool to stare, but there are women that command ones attention with just their presence. This is what changed my status.
Glad to hear that the rain is letting up! And Wonderful that you guys house is still dry! :)
Here we are having perfect weather! Low to mid 80's and sunny! :) Too nice to be indoors all day :( but our weekend is supposed to be just as nice :) So, have a great day!
When your book comes out, I'll definately be supportive (by purchasing of course).
Thank you and tell a friend. :)
satin-
Thank you and welcome.
The boy looks around nervously, his shifting eyes betray his guilt has he tries to get support from his peers. “Come on fellas we all no when they say ‘no’ they really mean ‘yes’. Right? I mean did you see that skirt she was wearing?”
I cry inside as I mourn the death of innocence.
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Thanks for writing that. Very deep and for me very personal.
Welcome! I really appreciate the honesty in your response. I guess that we have all had that moment. It's a fine line between decency and assault. Thanks for linking me.
nml-
I was all excited when I saw my name on NML's blog! I now have a connection across the pond! :)
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