Heather Ober Poet Rhyme

The Dress

Slinky green silk cut dangerously high. 
Skin pale as milk; a glimpse of white thigh.
Swinging and clinging to hips that sway,
Thin fabric skimming; legs on display.

Shining gold hair, swept up in soft waves.
Florid yet fair: bare shoulders, smooth planes.
Sending bold glances, sneaking smug smiles,
Dangling chances with feminine wiles.
 
I must confess, without guilt or regret,
I wore this dress just to make you sweat.
I must confess, this is all a ruse -
I wore this dress just to torture you.

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Lynn Glover December 9, 2013 at 8:43 PM At 78, Heather it is not fair to torture the elderly, but such a great job of writing. I forgive you. Outstanding and flows gently. Good Write.

Karen Anglesey April 4, 2013 at 5:53 PM Very well scribed Heather. Your poetry has a magical element. Love the subject and imagery in this one also.

Sara Kendrick March 22, 2013 at 4:18 PM Congrats on your great win..Sara

Painted Hunter March 22, 2013 at 6:00 AM I remember loving this the first time...HOT MOMMA!....haha. Congrats!

Poet Destroyer A March 21, 2013 at 9:29 PM lol...love this one... Heather,, Congratulations, with your winning poem. Thank you for supporting my "Green" contest. Always :-) Linda

Richard Lamoureux February 28, 2013 at 7:34 AM You have made me smile! Provocative with just enough sweetness to be alluring.

Audrey Haick February 27, 2013 at 8:32 PM : ) Ah, What's a girl to do, Heather..they say, if you've got it, flaunt it! Girls, just having fun LOL! Love it! Always, Annalise

John Loving Iii February 27, 2013 at 8:13 AM Womens ways are so contrary. Heather Ober February 27, 2013 at 8:37 AM It may seem that way, but there is method to our madness - when we get burned, we find creative ways to burn right back!

Painted Hunter February 27, 2013 at 6:02 AM haha...I'll take some of that torture any day...Great work!

Isaiah Zerbst February 26, 2013 at 5:02 PM So this is what you have been up to so that you forgot to check your inbox! I like how you start lines with stressed syllables, as unstressed seems to be more popular. (Soupmail.)

The Situation February 26, 2013 at 7:52 AM And now I lost my trust in you

Tim Ryerson February 25, 2013 at 6:07 PM Um, Heather...did you ever take the time to consider the fact that you might be torturing others as well?...I am very disappointed in you...how could you?..I'm an old man and my heart... Heather Ober February 25, 2013 at 6:24 PM Haha! Sorry, Tim! My bad :)

Andrea Dietrich February 25, 2013 at 3:04 PM WOW< this is so cool. I LOVE that ending on it. Great to see one like this from you, so flirty!! Heather Ober February 26, 2013 at 7:23 AM Thank you, Andrea :) My flirty side likes to come out once in awhile!

David Williams February 25, 2013 at 11:47 AM Heather please no more torture, leave me with some dreams lol....David Heather Ober February 25, 2013 at 6:26 PM Haha I'm sorry, David. Next time I'll add a warning at the beginning of my poem. "Men beware" ;)

Donna Jones February 25, 2013 at 10:53 AM And they enjoy every minute of it! :-) Heather Ober February 26, 2013 at 7:22 AM I like to think so! ;)

Kim Merryman February 25, 2013 at 10:32 AM You naughty girl, you! LOL Great write, Heather. Love, Kim Heather Ober February 26, 2013 at 7:21 AM Haha thanks, Kim. I'm glad you enjoyed it!

Eileen Manassian February 25, 2013 at 10:07 AM YOU GO GIRL!!!! :) Torture till you achieve the goal of capitulation! ;) Lovely write! I thoroughly enjoyed it! Heather Ober February 26, 2013 at 7:21 AM Thanks, Eileen :)