Mama told me never to play in the dark.
Be a good girl. Get down on your knees only in church.
He stood in the shadows with his back to the light.
I told myself to let him go; not to reach out tonight.
My fingers had a will of their own; possessed and in a trance.
When he felt my hands, he melted, and my heart sang.
His eyes glinted as he spilled secrets never told before.
I, too, have something to share. I drew him closer evermore.
What I revealed made his eyes grow large –
and something else grew quite hard.
Sorry mama, I never could listen.
I’ll say my prayers. Perhaps I can still reach heaven.
***Photograph by FlyTrapMan (Click here to visit and follow his blog). ❤
Poet Rummager 
Indeed, that is how it goes…little girls grow up and follow their heart. Lovely poem and so true! Perfect photo to illustrate the words by Mr Fly.
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You interpret my poetry as if it’s your first language — so astute, you are. Yes, Mr. Fly is quite the photographer guy. 📷 📸 — and your photos are amazing, as well…
I’m currently working on a poem for your “Waiting for a Miracle” photograph which should be ready by this weekend. Thank you for sharing your work! 🙂
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Holy Shit! Rose, this was amazing. And so hot. And cutie, you have a sinning partner for life. 😉 But now I’m compelled to write something por vou.
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Ah, that was so fun! Haha. Thanks for being such a good sport, Anthony. More fun to be had by all — I can’t wait 😀
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nice
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Thank you☀️
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Nothing wrong with playing in the dark…with the right person. 🙂
Very sensuous….very nice.
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Thanks for your attention and comments, Mary! Fiction can take us to those dark or silly places, as you well know. 😊 Walter Kirn said it best: “I’m a magpie in my fiction, taking whatever looks shiny and curious to line the nest of my story.”
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I like the quote…I’m much that way myself. 🙂
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I held my breath and was worried for a moment about the direction this poem might be heading — playing in the shadows, something to share, growing quite hard! Then I realized they were just trying to complete a crossword puzzle in poor lighting conditions and starting with the easier clues first. Phew, what a relief!
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You’re very perceptive, BunK! Lol. Do you solve crossword puzzles?
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I’m rather good at solving crossword puzzles, Rose. Sadly, the people who write them aren’t so good at leaving the correct number of spaces in the grid or having the letters match up where the words intersect. I notice quite a lot of those kinds of mistake on their part. 😦
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Haha! Those crossword writers are cruel. Thank goodness, you have such thick skin and can take all their silly mistakes so well. Very manly of you, my darling! ❤️
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Thank you, Rose. 🙂
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Perhaps with light is safer because you can look better (^_-)
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Lol. Okay, just in the daytime. My mom would like you, Francis 😘
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^.^
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What?? That was pretty hot. Take it from this Chimp, darkness can be fun.
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Haha! Yes, you have a fun time with hot, dark poems like nobody’s business! Thank you for your input 😍
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LOL
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Having fun in the dark… Rose!
What a great idea and a great poem. 😀
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Thank you, dear Alan😘. How’s you new blog going? It looks great! All your posting issues gone?
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Hi Rose.
Yes, the problems have now
been solved and I have now posted
two poems, so far. Lots more to come. 💀💀💀
PS
I left a comment on your post Anxiety. 😃
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I’m so happy to hear that, Alan! I can’t wait to read more of your lovely, dark work. 🙂
I’m behind some comments but will get to yours straight away, my darling friend. xo
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Another excellent piece that makes me wonder what you’re up to being out after the sun goes down.
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Lol. You’re right — I’m sorry, daddy!
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Whoa!😈
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Hmm hmm! Someone is becoming SERIOUSLY romantic this day’s….. \m/ 😘
Ajaz
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Haha! Ah, I’ll be back to being dark and troubled very soon. Thanks for your visit, Ajaz! ⍟ ❥ ツ ღ ☻
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Hahahah! well I will be waiting for those dark & troubled poems of urs…. Dear 0ne
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Reblogged this on Ancien Hippie.
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If that’s the hard way to Heaven…then I want to know what the hard way to Hell is. Wait! Nevermind.
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Haha! I adore silly monsters. 😀
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That’s some great smut 😀
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Hahaha! Takes one to know one 😉 ❤
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I said SMUT 😛 hahaha 😀
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Wow! This is so subtle yet so revealing…and, so true.This is the way it starts…! Hats off to you, Rose…for this! JJust wonderful… 🙂
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Aw, you are always such a positive soul, darling. Thank you very much. 🌼
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❤ …
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Wonderfully salacious stuff, Rose.
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Ah, who can resist salacious stuff, dear Nick? 😀
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Hi Poet rummager. Nice this takes me back. Thank you for liking my poem “UFO!” Peace and Best Wishes. The Foureyed Poet.
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