| Mature Fiction posted March 8, 2024 |
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A watchful eye.
The Voyeur
by Kaiku
It is said that there is deftness in writing if one is able to tell a complete story in as little as 17 syllables. A prompt was recently offered to create a fictional story about eroticism. Although I am well into life I had to look up the word to make sure I had not forgotten what it meant. There were two definitions offered under my Google search: the quality or character of being erotic. 'a disturbing blend of violence and eroticism' and 'sexual desire or excitement'.
I am a person of non-violence so I decided to tackle the prompt with the definition of 'sexual desire or excitement' and use the deftness of 5-7-5 as a means to offer a 'visual' or for the more openly sensual reader, a bit of voyeurism.
The woman was passion fully defined. He had longed for physicality. Together a path was unearthed offering the smells of freshness both had yearned for. Within the framework of verse their behavior was now uncovered.
passion has been found
new destination being made-
two souls now embrace
They had searched hungrily upon each other and the finality of their destination was the canvas of each other's skin.
the canvas was his
artwork created was hers-
framing captured both
Like one, they immersed themselves in the art of love making. Each stroke was one of a carefully planned movement followed by a quick dabbing stroke that would allow for new paint upon their brushes.
our soft reflection
capturing movements of love-
lustful images
Both desired the visual affirmation of their actions. It was one thing to feel the movements of their bodies acting in concert but yet another to witness and hear the ovation each of their movements gave to each other.
freshened words beckon
a story told in chapters-
endless beginnings
Short pauses would be captured in conversation, however, words were fleeting as there was little time to waste as new areas of the canvas needed to be probed and discovered.
your side I wake to
remembering days of past-
a gift at Christmas
Sleep is always a means to refresh and begin anew. The clock has no hour, it was their time and theirs alone. With an energy that provided his youth she offered these final words.
"rear view please", she said
an understanding both knew-
her eyes never blinked
Erotic Writing Contest contest entry
It is said that there is deftness in writing if one is able to tell a complete story in as little as 17 syllables. A prompt was recently offered to create a fictional story about eroticism. Although I am well into life I had to look up the word to make sure I had not forgotten what it meant. There were two definitions offered under my Google search: the quality or character of being erotic. 'a disturbing blend of violence and eroticism' and 'sexual desire or excitement'.
I am a person of non-violence so I decided to tackle the prompt with the definition of 'sexual desire or excitement' and use the deftness of 5-7-5 as a means to offer a 'visual' or for the more openly sensual reader, a bit of voyeurism.
The woman was passion fully defined. He had longed for physicality. Together a path was unearthed offering the smells of freshness both had yearned for. Within the framework of verse their behavior was now uncovered.
passion has been found
new destination being made-
two souls now embrace
They had searched hungrily upon each other and the finality of their destination was the canvas of each other's skin.
the canvas was his
artwork created was hers-
framing captured both
Like one, they immersed themselves in the art of love making. Each stroke was one of a carefully planned movement followed by a quick dabbing stroke that would allow for new paint upon their brushes.
our soft reflection
capturing movements of love-
lustful images
Both desired the visual affirmation of their actions. It was one thing to feel the movements of their bodies acting in concert but yet another to witness and hear the ovation each of their movements gave to each other.
freshened words beckon
a story told in chapters-
endless beginnings
Short pauses would be captured in conversation, however, words were fleeting as there was little time to waste as new areas of the canvas needed to be probed and discovered.
your side I wake to
remembering days of past-
a gift at Christmas
Sleep is always a means to refresh and begin anew. The clock has no hour, it was their time and theirs alone. With an energy that provided his youth she offered these final words.
"rear view please", she said
an understanding both knew-
her eyes never blinked
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