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One Night Stanza

You called me "baby"
When your eyes streaked
In nudist dialect
Upon my strength

You begged to engorge
My palms
With cinnamon scented lotion

Taking me into melancholic forest
To sacrifice your shedding, virgin silk
With me
To have your way

It was imperative
That I brought you inches closer to God
As chastity’s ribbon
Slides down leagues below sea level truths

But, I
Refused to be a puppet pulled
By your G-strings

…

You implored with vehement thrusts
Of creamy, inner thigh
To turn my page

But, you never bothered to read
My table of contents

©Drake J. Eszes

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Timothy Hicks October 24, 2014 at 10:08 AM Yes... I can't rightly say where I've been either. One day was a super active and the next day I just disappeared. Lol. To tell you the truth I have been busy with various jobs and haven't had time for the Soup... I know that's not the greatest excuse for not being on the Soup for over a year... buuuuut that's the best I got. Poet Tacito October 24, 2014 at 10:09 AM I've been there too. Life takes over, sometimes. :) You're here! So, rock on!

Timothy Hicks October 14, 2014 at 4:21 PM Always different and super descriptive... and that title makes me laugh. I bet if one were to read your Table of Contents it'd be something like "Just add water for Instant Awesome"... he he he... glad to be back on the Soup. I've been gone too long... Poet Tacito October 24, 2014 at 9:28 AM Holy crap dude! Where have you been? I've veered off a bit from here too. It's all good. It's super refreshing to see you back again. Thanks so much! LOVE the Table of Contents statement...LOL! You rock, sir!

Richard Lamoureux May 2, 2014 at 1:18 PM I heard you were offering G-String lessons, is the class already booked up??? Poet Tacito October 24, 2014 at 9:25 AM Super delayed response to this. But, maybe...maybe I am. :)

Debbie Duncan April 16, 2014 at 4:44 PM Well this is awesome Drake :) Poet Tacito October 24, 2014 at 9:23 AM Such a delayed response, sorry! Thank you, Debbie! :)

Laura Breidenthal March 19, 2014 at 9:07 PM Seven stanzas of god-like proportion here. Raw and rich description and really nice and sensual. Those last two lines bite. I love that sting-perfect one. Always, Laura Poet Tacito March 19, 2014 at 10:56 PM (Blush) Those reactions, all goals of mine. Awesome!! Thank you, Laura. :)

A.E. Rivenbark March 7, 2014 at 12:10 AM Damn these sexy one night stanzas. I bet she's only good for a couplet! Loved it. Poet Tacito March 7, 2014 at 12:39 AM Ha, I see what you did there. Yeah, she may be. It's awesome to make your acquaintance, A.E. :)

Lucilla Carrillo March 4, 2014 at 12:40 PM Drake; I think 7you got something here. as always - very unique. I do believe your table of contents would be a mystery. Have a great day. we are having ICE down in Texas... Lucilla Poet Tacito March 7, 2014 at 12:36 AM Perhaps, perhaps... :) I hope the weather improves there, Lucilla. Thank you so much!

Juliet Ligon March 2, 2014 at 10:23 PM Very creative, Drake. I enjoy your play on words. Poet Tacito March 2, 2014 at 11:10 PM Hi & thank you very much, Juliet! =) I'm happy you enjoyed!

Jay Loveless March 1, 2014 at 10:04 AM Wow x.x this is stunning. Trapped in the rapture of every line. Held down. . . . . Yeah, Im gonna leave it there. Oh, btw, doing well my friend. Very well :) How are you? Poet Tacito March 1, 2014 at 10:13 AM HEY JAY! =D Mmm, I dig it. ;-) I've been super busy, but great. You've been missed around these parts. Great to see you around again!

Cyndi Macmillan February 28, 2014 at 2:10 PM Hello, Drake. WOW! Good to read your steamy verse. Hope you are well... so wish I could tune into your shows... my girl doesn't share "mommy" well. I can barely "do" a two minute phone call. I know I should be firmer... ah, well... lol... "under her thumb..." Poet Tacito March 1, 2014 at 10:12 AM Hey Cyndi!!! =D I wish you could too! You should be firmer! Mommies need their quiet moments too. =) I do appreciate you stopping by!

Richard Lamoureux February 28, 2014 at 8:26 AM I have to admit you had me at G-strings. Some men have never located them *lol*. I also like the table of contents reference. This was so much fun Drake as always you never dissapoint. Poet Tacito February 28, 2014 at 9:10 AM LOL!!!!!! INDEED! Thank you so much, Richard. You rock my soul, sir.

Kim Van Breda February 28, 2014 at 8:09 AM BRILLIANT... and somewhat erotic.... but as always you are an inspiration Xx Poet Tacito February 28, 2014 at 9:09 AM Yes, that's what I was aiming for. ;-) You're SO SO kind, Kim. My hugs to you & Brenton. =D

Kelly Deschler February 24, 2014 at 4:04 PM You can't judge a book by it's cover, as they say. Even though it may take more time to read between the lines, it's worth it. This poem was expressed so creatively. Amazing writing, Drake! Poet Tacito February 28, 2014 at 9:08 AM Yes, I couldn't agree more with you. =D Thank you, dear Kelly.

Donna Jones February 21, 2014 at 10:04 PM Anyone who turns to the last page first misses all the best part...I love love this one Drake.... A W E S O M E... Poet Tacito February 22, 2014 at 12:19 AM I couldn't agree more, Donna. Thank you so much! =D

James Marshall Goff February 21, 2014 at 9:59 PM In nudist dialect......original...can hear you reciting it with your trademark emphasis! Good work, Drake! Jimbo James Marshall Goff February 22, 2014 at 7:48 AM Great news! Poet Tacito February 22, 2014 at 12:18 AM Indeed! =) Hi & thank you so much, Jimbo! The show will be back on soon! Technical details are still getting sorted, but very close to being resolved. :)

Monterey Sirak February 21, 2014 at 7:28 AM She should have read your table of contents. It is no fun to start a book in the middle. You have to start slowly and savor each new revelation on every successive turn of the page. A stanza plucked from the middle of the poem hangs in limbo, unable to reach fulfillment. As, usual, Drake, I love it. Poet Tacito February 21, 2014 at 7:33 AM Damn right!! =D Thank you so much, Monterey!!!!!

Nette Onclaud February 20, 2014 at 5:05 PM gee, drake..catchy, catchy one-time sizzle without a chance to know your bio-data, to say the least... incredible write fanning the flames of temptation.. naughty you!.. huggs Poet Tacito February 20, 2014 at 8:48 PM Damn right I am. ;-) Thank you so much, Nette!!!! Hug!

Charmaine Chircop February 20, 2014 at 9:13 AM Ouch!!A clever sarcastic poem which says so much!!!Some poeple love one night stanzas..with no commitement on the plate. ..A very deep poem.I love the cinnamon scent upon the palm..Be careful She might add nutmeg next time..and too much spice ruins the flavour : ) .I really need some inspiration lately..My muse went numb : )..but for you it comes so natural to write.I have soo many catching up to do..Father in law was in hospital and returning to do a bypass sn..so i wasnt into soup yet Wow this Poet Tacito February 20, 2014 at 8:45 PM Spot on comment, darling Charmaine. Well get your damn muse back! Your writing is always heavenly. My best wishes to your family for that trying time. I hope all gets better quickly.

Aiyah Torres February 20, 2014 at 7:42 AM this is "uh!!"...so good!!!!.. flirtatious lines...i love it, Drake...!! huggs ^__^ Poet Tacito February 20, 2014 at 7:59 AM I can dig it. :) Thank you, Aiyah!

Eileen Manassian February 20, 2014 at 4:55 AM Pulled by G-strings, eh? You amaze me with the way you words things. It's been a while....Those last two stanzas....nothing can top that. I'm sure your table of contents is a wowzer, my dear. Great write...but you already know that. Hugs Poet Tacito February 20, 2014 at 6:47 AM EILEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, it's been awhile. My new job has me feeling all important and stuff. Who knew? But, I'm still lingering like a good scent of freshly cooked Stuffed Shells. ;-) Thank you darling!!!

Tim Ryerson February 20, 2014 at 4:54 AM Cold shower time here my friend...Great stuff! (I haven't had a one night stanza for years) Poet Tacito February 20, 2014 at 6:46 AM Nice, you gotta fix that, Tim. Thanks so much!

Anne-Lise Andresen February 20, 2014 at 2:56 AM - 50 - 50 - or nothing, my friend :) - oxox // Anne-Lise :) Poet Tacito February 20, 2014 at 6:37 AM Yup yup! :) Hi & thank you, Anne Lise!!!

Jj Townsend February 20, 2014 at 12:09 AM Sarcasm with having the last laugh, done with impeccable style. I can hear this. Poet Tacito February 20, 2014 at 12:09 AM Indeed! Many thanks, JJ.

Russell Sivey February 19, 2014 at 11:57 PM Wow, yeah, don't let her control you like that my friend! She has benefits sure, but in the long run you would hate what happens(or she will hate it!) This poem have a lot of emotion within it! I am quite impressed by the way you portrayed this subject so keenly this evening! What a powerful message you've written, Great Work!! Poet Tacito February 20, 2014 at 12:00 AM Oh, I'm good. ;-) You are quite right though. Very, very awesome to see you stop by, Russell! =D