Short Soaped Poems

A cut-throat razor is being stropped.
A chin lifted, neck extended,
a soaped throat exposed.

There will be blood,
not in the close shave,
but on the keening blade
of that singing steel
we all must feel.

A shank unseen
where a thin-lipped death
trembles
with expectation....

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in her shower
she showed me
how a simple
soaped soft
hand can
palm 

a naked
body so no
trap doors can
be found yet while
mesmerized by dance
what are the chances that

from out
her underarm
she smiles her
smiling charm and
says softly to me is this
breathing seductively is this

your card
our card
shall ever
be if it is
the Queen
of Hearts...

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Most Delectable You

In a shower, beneath a rainbow
waterfall of colors,
So beautifully, radiant are you!
I adore watching my Adonis soap his
enticing, glistening dewy skin.
He's so hunky and hypnotic,it makes
my head spin.
He's a delight to my soul and the joy
of my days and nights.
That slippery soaped, olive-skinned god.
The quintessential~love of my life.


Panagiota Romios
4/7/2019...

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Of whooshy bottoms I do speak,
     Across the tub they do squeak.
     Cheek to cheek over tub and tile,
     My little girl likes to slide in style.
     She invites folks over two at a time,
     Splits their quarters,
     And keeps a dime.
     Sets her friends up at the tubs far end,
     Makes sure bottoms are soaped for a slide to the end.
     Speed trials have always been fun,
     Until the soap holder came to an end....

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My thoughts are laundered,
       all soaped up and soaking;
  cold and hot water rushed
       round and round in bubbles. 
Dirty and clean blend in the soup
       swirling in the mixed myriad of dreams;
  lost to its original form and use intent
       faded colors mixing in the froth.
A word spoken, taken back again, slips and slides
       mesmerized by the true reality guides
  of wash and rinse, dry wrinkles unhinged
      as life adheres to the cyclic spin....

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