Musings by The Poet Loriet
Passion Punch Paradelle
~About Paradelles~a demanding French poetry form in which
1st 3 stanzas~
lines 1 and 2 have to be identical
lines 3 and 4 " "
and then you have to use all the words from lines 1-4
The last stanza, you have to use every single word from the poem...
Passion Punch Paradelle
Thighs together, gyrating hips, kiss my lips.
Thighs together, gyrating hips, kiss my lips.
Moan with me in smoky blue haze.
Moan with me in smoky blue haze.
My gyrating hips, smoky thighs, kiss lips
together with me in blue haze.
Distant sighs seeping with whiskey flames.
Distant sighs seeping with whiskey flames.
Black leather, grizzly beard, and silver chains.
Black leather, grizzly beard, and silver chains.
Grizzly silver leather beard seeping with black
whiskey flames, and distant chains sigh.
Flamed shadows lick the bearskin rug,
Flamed shadows lick the bearskin rug,
where naked bodies dance in ectasy.
where naked bodies dance in ectasy.
Ectasy shadows lick where the bodies dance,
rug flamed naked bearskin.
Flames lick where the smoky silver hips
dance naked with ectasy, distant shadows,
thighs moan in chains, bearskin beard, lips
seeping blue haze kiss, me and my
black leather whiskey sigh, flamed
rug grizzly with bodies
gyrating together.
Lori Beal
1st 3 stanzas~
lines 1 and 2 have to be identical
lines 3 and 4 " "
and then you have to use all the words from lines 1-4
The last stanza, you have to use every single word from the poem...
Passion Punch Paradelle
Thighs together, gyrating hips, kiss my lips.
Thighs together, gyrating hips, kiss my lips.
Moan with me in smoky blue haze.
Moan with me in smoky blue haze.
My gyrating hips, smoky thighs, kiss lips
together with me in blue haze.
Distant sighs seeping with whiskey flames.
Distant sighs seeping with whiskey flames.
Black leather, grizzly beard, and silver chains.
Black leather, grizzly beard, and silver chains.
Grizzly silver leather beard seeping with black
whiskey flames, and distant chains sigh.
Flamed shadows lick the bearskin rug,
Flamed shadows lick the bearskin rug,
where naked bodies dance in ectasy.
where naked bodies dance in ectasy.
Ectasy shadows lick where the bodies dance,
rug flamed naked bearskin.
Flames lick where the smoky silver hips
dance naked with ectasy, distant shadows,
thighs moan in chains, bearskin beard, lips
seeping blue haze kiss, me and my
black leather whiskey sigh, flamed
rug grizzly with bodies
gyrating together.
Lori Beal
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Passion Punch Paradelle
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