Air Kisses

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Sat, 31 May 2014
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You think you own me
and, in a way you do;
for it’s true enough, 
you know me intimately.
 
The tilt of my chin;
my skin, each blemish,
each mark –
 
the mole on my thigh
the line of my nose
the concave curve of my hips
the perfect bow of my lips
 
when I throw a kiss
into the air and you choose
to think it’s headed
straight your way...
 
Tosser, as you are,
ogling those glossy,
top-shelf magazines.
So, go on then... pay 
good money for me;
 
take me home – lie 
on your bed – fill 
that head with thoughts
of what you would do...
given half a chance.
 
Fat chance!
 
Raunchy poses
supposing I’m feeling horny...
giving you the come on,
any hour, night or day.
 
Well, it just goes to show
how wrong a bloke can be.
But carry on; feel free...
 
Pin me to your wall,
or stick me on your tinny
locker door – jerk off, as you dream
those lurid fantasies.
 
No Mona Lisa – me 
but there’s a story behind
my eyes, and it begins and ends
with men like you
I despise. 
 
I will use you, as you
use me; only beware  these lips
that defy the camera
never lies.
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Comments

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Tina

I like this poem. It is clever in the way you start out making the read think the speaker is sort of flirting with someone she is attracted too - and then her real identity and purpose come out.

Jean

Jean Day

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks, Jean.  You got it in onesmiley

Tina

 

Submitted by Bee on

She has a voice!

Love it!

Bee

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

She sure does, Bee...she sure does.

Tina

 

Submitted by Mark Say on

I think Jean sums up its strengths nicely.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks, Mark.  Obliged to yousmiley

Tina

 

Submitted by Ray Schaufeld on

Nice twist midway Tina. Yes, when men look at porn their thoughts of what they would like to do to the models may be violent, although maybe some men dream of making soft gentle love to a perfect body.. It's unknown land for women, 'here be dragons'. I like the model's anger       Elsie            

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Elsie, couldn't have put the reasoning behind this poem better myself.  Thank you for your wisdom.

Tina