Race_9togo
Race_9togo
Jul 09, 2019

Almost There

Call me baby
Text me if you want to
Let me know you’re ready
For me

Can you feel me on the stair
Hear me climbing
Up the darkness
Rising to your need?

Text me baby
Call me
Tell me what you want
From me

Are you waiting in the easy chair,
Or are there rose petals
Strewn across the floor
To our waiting bed?

Call me baby
Text me now
Pursue your pleasure
On me

Will you beg my love,
Shudder in the graze of skin
Demand my tongue, my thrusts
And pull me down into your ecstasy?

Call me baby
Text me
All you want and need,
Please…

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Earth Vicinity (within a five light-year radius), ZZC

Favorite Poets: John Donne

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Comments

Geezer

title and a glance at the phone-sex market? The pseudo rhyme and the pattern reflects the mood of such a phone-call-thing. The beginning is of a customer that knows what they want and the ending; the caller being dominated by the receiver. [They way I see it]. I like the idea of using the warning that this is Adult, Erotic, and you are free to use it anytime you feel the need, but I didn't think it was necessary this time. I do believe that it is well within the limits of decency. ~ Gee.
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lovedly

decency
till foreplay maybe

thereafter
sexiness forgets
all
experience speaks
you can't be naive

Eumolpus

if you don't have the music, show it to someone who has. It's where the money is too!

Based on your reading list you know what poetry is. Good lyrics are equally important to me as poetry, and I'm not passing judgement. I can't write them.
But there is a difference, like between watercolor and oil painting. Lyrics are transparent and easy, with repetitions, and catchy phrases...often about getting together to do the nasty...poetry..well as Dorianne Laux: put it “All poetry is preparation for death” (not quite true, but somewhat)