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Marcus Lane Mar 2011
My Vellum

Alluring and demure
In your virginity
Never yet
Creased nor crumpled
Your tight young corners
Remain stiff and pert
In their newness
Your long lithe sides
Tense for my careful touch
Lest blood be spilt

My gold nib
I dip
In midnight ink
Piercing its surface skin
And lift

It drips
One

Two

Black
Secrets
Back to their bottle

My hand is poised
Over your pristine smoothness
And with calm precision
I carve broad majuscules
That twist and cut
To hairlines of breathtaking
Intimate intricacy

Quick teasing serifs
Long lingering descenders
Strokes of tactile
Joy

Then stand back

Empty
In wonder at
Your calligraphic beauty
© Marcus Lane 2010
K Balachandran Oct 2011
Her red shoe heels
made clicking sounds
aloud,
around the hall
attracting attention;
his shoes,
alluring, plush,
black magic silence
power worn on feet
cried for recognition.

loudness gravitated
towards silence

black silence  angled wild red

he measured her
foot to hip,
she focused on his  intense face

the silence
with in the precinct
approved their
illegitimate cravings.

Avarice for attention
came together
held hands,
kicked up their heels,
to **** competition
in *******.
Forgotten Dreams Dec 2014
If you go down to the woods today
You're sure of a big surprise
If you go down to the woods today
You might even meet your demise
Because today’s the day they all have their picnic.

Every last one who's been cruel to you is sure of a treat today
There's lots of innocent thoughts to ruin and many dreams crush
Anywhere possible, where nobody sees they'll taunt and slice as long as they please
That's the way they all have their picnic
Picnic time for them all
They're all having a lovely time today
Watching, waiting for the perfect time...
They see you gaily gad about
You loved to play and shout
You never had any cares
But at six o'clock your Mummy and Daddy can't take you home at all
'Cause all you are is their dead little victim.

If you go down to the woods to day,
You better not go alone.
It's alluring down in the woods today,
But safer to stay at home.
For every bully or abuser or hater or cheater ever there was will gather there for certain
Because...
**Today’s the day the ones that ruined your life will have their picnic...
Bijan Nowain Feb 2015
Graceful sweet scent, upon the evergreen
The solitary life it must endure
Illusive, two seasons hidden between
A weathered, wounded heart it can not cure
For it is secret love that it desires
Passion brewing from a single, sole bud
Inside embers, burning, stoking the fires
Restless, the absence of peace, boiled blood
Under the dim light it will not be fazed
Lone in serenity, tranquil, it thrives
An alluring site one has ever gazed
Be still, in refuge and strength, it survives
It’s time, let go of the gem so comely,
Single, white harmony for my lovely
Just Alex Aug 2018
Love was never as alluring
Until its gaze drew an emerald shade
And like arrows shots ensuring
From my memory they wouldn´t fade.

And from such a strike
There is no hope to defend
No bastion wall as sturdy
Or polished shield can hope deflect.

Yet your stare so piercing
Went through my flesh with  ease
My heart laid bare and empty
And now with hope its filled.

A quest I will make to find
Your green emerald eyes
My life maybe forfeit, yet I must try
For before your sight, I never felt so alive.
A short one tonight, but I like how it ended up, specially the first stanza, I´ve been reading Petrach lately and that man was a master, so I think in a way I tried to replicate him, not that I compare of course, but I wanted to give it a shot
Elusive moon beckons dark currents,
     sand's sparkling pageantry  
             drifts out midst frothing tide,
submerging lover's imprints 'neath
     the realm of alluring seascape illusions
Brandon  Jan 2023
Seduction
Brandon Jan 2023
the snake—
alluring notions held in its eyes
tongue twitching with noxious desire
arrogance held in a sauntered slink
vile venom dousing budding souls
—lends itself to this nature

— The End —