Raspberry Tongue {contest}

by BREEawNUHH   Jul 8, 2010


Your lips are candy coated hell,
made with all of the best ingredients.
Sweet and sour at the same time,
hot and cold; twice the burn.

Hands made of the finest there is,
perfect to deceive little ol' me.
Soft when gliding across my skin,
rough like sandpaper to my heart.

Those eyes are puddles of liquid love,
inviting me to take a dive into them.
Shining brightly under the stars,
burning a hole through my heart.

That tongue; a deep shade of red,
it tastes of the ripest raspberries.
I inhale a sweet scent with my mouth,
so sweet, you'd never guess it was fatal.

Briana Coulter
07.08.10

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  • 14 years ago

    by Spirit

    I really like this poem. Only the repitition of the word burn seemed to bug me. Granted you typed burn and burning, but with the poem as short as it is, it felt like a red flag. I love the word usage everywhere else though. I also am pleased that you did not rhyme in this poem.
    Thanks for the read

  • 14 years ago

    by MERCY is never shown

    Wow i loved it it was a very visual poem and the images were amazing!! My favorite part was the begining "your lips are candy coated hell made with all the best ingrediants" it really caught my attention and made me read on cause i understand that and even aside from the visual imagery the sensual contact in the words and their contradictions was very pleasing to me i think you did an amazing job bravo!

  • 14 years ago

    by chind

    Nicely done :D i like how you used contrast.

    "Sweet and sour at the same time,
    hot and cold; twice the burn."

    "Soft when gliding across my skin,
    rough like sandpaper to my heart."
    - i loved these two lines, because it really reflect some guys perfectly!

    Loved how you ended this piece, "so sweet, you'd never guess it was fatal" - who would have guessed you would have ended this piece like this ? Not me! ripest raspberries & sweet scent are generally good :P again contrast, loved it!

  • 14 years ago

    by Brittney Follett

    The mood I got from this was sultry, sexy, and seductive. Not sad at all. I felt like I just got hit upside the head by that's-a-really-sexy-guy stick.

    I absolutely adored the contrast you wrote about all through the poem.
    sweet-sour
    hot-cold
    soft-rough
    sweet-fatal

    I typically don't enjoy reading poems with no rhyme, but i didn't even notice your poem wasn't rhyming until I read it the third time. You sucked me right in from the beginning and spat me back out with a bang at the end.

    Some of my favorite lines were:

    "rough like sandpaper to my heart."
    I loved how you worded that. I was thinking 'hell I should have thought to said that in one of my poems'

    "so sweet, you'd never guess it was fatal."
    I was rolling around in the sexy man until you said the word fatal. I was like... wait what? what happen to Mr. Yummy? I really liked it though because you can take the word fatal and play with the story.
    Fatal... like you fell so hard for him you were left hurt?
    Fatal... As in now your trapped with him because he is so addicting?

    I lean towards the second thought because that's how I read the poem.. But then I see the genre of the poem being sad. And I lean towards the first thought.

    I hope you won the contest because truly enjoyed reading this.

    5/5

  • 14 years ago

    by Michael D Nalley

    It will take a while to catch my breath. T

    The imagery in this poem is very sensual in a purely romantic way
    I love it