Her one guilty pleasure



As her pen touched the paper

Flames erupted from the ink which flowed

Writing was her one guilty pleasure

It was all she had ever known


And the erotic words danced pleasurably

On each sultry and seductive page

This was the role she was chosen for

To dance freely on a paper stage


Written by, Michelle Cook

Poetry prompt: Her pen touched the paper, flames erupted from the ink that flowed.

Photo credit: pixabay.com

8 responses to “Her one guilty pleasure

  1. my valiant soul


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  2. Sounds like a good description of my life 😉

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  3. Were those erotic words written with invisible ink? Lovely poem but I couldn’t see them 🙂

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  4. Lol…. I keep the majority of those under lock and key…. No sense divulging everything…. Gotta leave something to the imagination. 😉

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  5. And you know I have a vivid imagination 🙂

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  6. Yeah, you wouldn’t be a very good writer without it. 😉 Lol

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