2006 Form Challenges
#4 Huitain

This is a very old French verse form and as the name suggests consists of one eight (huit)-line stanza with 8 syllables in each line. This is the pure form (Huit et huit) but later 10 syllable poetry emerged and this appears to have been far more popular with the English speaking Iambic pentameter poets until the outbreak of the Napoleonic wars.
The form was written based on three rhymes, one of which appeared four times and the two typical rhyme schemes are:
a. b. a. b. b. c. b. c. and a. b. b. a. a. c. a. c., with the former being the most popular.
Be thou like a rose

Be thou like a Rose my beloved
Let not thy thorns keep me away.
When I see thee I am resolved
So pray hold me and bid me stay.
Thy womanly scent has drawn me,
My hasty actions thus betray
And helpless like the worker bee
Am drawn, and for my actions pay.

Ryter Roethicle
At the same time a similar form was emerging from Spain. There is no doubt as too the root, with the Spanish version covering a similar rhyme pattern.
a. b. a. b. a. c. a. c. and a. b. b. a. a. c. c. a. again with the former being the most popular.
Anger

Time wasted by a monument of hate
Formed by a spell of our immortality
That our feeble mind wishes it could create
And thus enables our own insanity.
We are too impatient and force fate,
Whilst ignorant of what the future holds
We dare presume, another mortal trait
Instead of waiting to see life unfold.

Ryter Roethicle

Huitain Posts
Contents

Maryse Achong

Barefoot Love
Chaconia Flower
'Flamingo' Dance
Flower Power
Foreign Exchange
Hard Time
Leaf To Leaf
Limbo Like Me
Mixed Message
The Pattern
Torture Tactics
Up The Ante

Kathy Anderson

A Nameless Emptiness
An Unnamed Ache
A Vivid Splash

Deborah Bell

Cry of the Dead
It's those weeds
The Edge of Night

Gloria Carpenter

Not up to snuff
Prima Rosa
Seasonal Question
Sleep with dreams
Undone
Who Called?

Maggie Cusick

Mother Earth

Lorraine Dafney

Brownies
Pink and White

Allura D

As the Willow

Gaer Llwyd

In the Night

Kevin McKinney

Gloria In Humiliatas
Scholarship
The Toughest Thing

Leny Roovers

Cold
Racing
Unison

Ryter Roethicle

Anger
Autumn's Glory
Dancing to Loves Tune
Science Lesson
The House

Allura and Kevin

Grace Note

Gloria and Ryter

Out of a Void

Kathy and Ryter

My Offer


Maryse Achong

Barefoot Love

Although in high heeled shoes I was
Taller than him, we did not care;
It mattered not to us because
We knew we were the ’perfect’ pair:
So I wore high heels everywhere,
Except when we got up to dance
Those shoes were left under my chair,
So that our eyes could talk romance.

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The Chaconia Flower

Oh Chaconia, crimson, radiant,
The national flower of our islands;
We are overcome by the brilliant
Splendor of your blooms; like magical wands
You herald in each anniversary
Of our Independence, and you remind
Us of the untold richness and beauty
Of our land; we have but to look to find.

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'Flamingo' Dance

See the Scarlet Ibis dancing,
No need to ask the question why,
He is intent on romancing
The ‘lady’ who has caught his eye;
He can’t afford now to be shy;
If he wants her as his partner
Now is his chance and he must try
Everything ; he has to woo her.

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Flower Power

A single rose pressed in a book.
A reminder of days gone by,
A youth’s sweet gesture as he took
A young girl out, it made her cry;
The memory still makes her sigh:
Though time and years sep'rate them now
That lovely rose remains a tie,
A bond between them still somehow.

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Foreign Exchange

Born of different mothers they now
Lie side by side on common ground;
Such strange bedfellows, stranger how
It came about that they both found
This place; their story would astound
You; one came winging on a breeze
From far, the other from just ’round
The corner; tales of two cities.

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Hard Time

I heard the anguish in his voice,
I swear that I could smell his rage,
His anger at what little choice
He'd had: impossible to gauge
The depth of his hurt ; a new page
Must be turned: I could feel his pain,
Had tasted his tears; though no sage,
I knew with me he’d smile again.

I kept my word and he did smile,
He became my ‘raison d’etre’, my
Everything, at least for a while.
But sometimes wounds run deep, and I
Did not understand, that is why
We fought and went our sep’rate ways
For far too long: and that ‘good bye’
I know will haunt me all my days.

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Leaf To Leaf

The stems and stalks are stepping out
Dancing leaf to leaf; they’re swirling
Round and dipping low, unfurling
Their petals as they go about
Their dance routine; there is no doubt
They’re having a good time for sure;
They have been partying without
A break, they’re making love not war.

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Limbo Like Me

"Limbo, limbo like me", they shout
"Come try to dance below the bar",
The Trinis one by one back out;
This is one dance where they stay far
Away ; you have to be a star
Performer to go down so low;
But unsuspecting tourists are
Eager to be part of the show.

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Mixed Messages

"Do as I say not as I do"
Is oft the message parents send;
No wonder kids go ‘round the bend,
They do not know what’s false from true,
What’s right or wrong, they have no clue.
If Mum and Dad can’t show the way,
The kids will turn to someone who
We hope will not lead them astray.

"Respect yourself" the Mother says,
"Or nobody else will, you know"
But she is not willing to show
How it's done: on carnival days
Mama’s half naked, as she sways
In wild abandon ; too blind to
See her daughter’s face as she plays
'Mas’; it is something she must do.

"Don’t drink and drive" is Father’s law,
"And if you do I’ll take the keys";
The youngster readily agrees,
But he knows that’s just talk, no more;
When Papa comes through the front door
At nights, he’s drunk: forget his speech,
The one he gave the night before;
If he won’t practise , he can’t preach.

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The Pattern

The cloth of life is woven from
Threads of joy and strands of sorrow
Crisscrossing all our lives like some
Intricate design; and although
There is no way that we can know
How it will be when its complete,
We have to play the game or throw
In the towel, concede defeat.

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Torture Tactics

I’m sleep deprived, my eyes mere slits
This morning, should tape my lids so
They stay open; I’m at my wit’s
End, as coffee will be of no
Good use to me; I could just go
Back to bed, make up for lost sleep,
But I have plans today, so "woe
Is me", I can’t start counting sheep.

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Up The Ante

You offer to ‘take care’ of her body,
But who is going to 'look after' her heart?
The two of them go hand in hand you see;
And if they don’t for you, you’d better start
Looking elsewhere, for that would be the smart
Thing to do: she’d want more than the icing
On the cake; she’d want all of you, not part:
And yet still the offer is enticing.

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Kathy Anderson

A Nameless Emptiness

So many hand have held her palms
Up to be kissed, down to be tied,
That when she wakes she hears no psalms,
Only the sounds that she has cried
To an echoless room of sky,
A vast blue space that holds ghostly
Vagabond ambient cloud realms
To carry emotions voidly.

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An Unnamed Ache

No man has ever walked upon
The valleys of her heartsome soul,
A beach cradled only by dawn
Whose burnished crimson has no goal
Save to warn of storms or burnt coal,
For all that love has lost or traced
It's mark, the hourglass has drawn
The sands down into times embrace.

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A Vivid Splash

Mornings charm is ever new gold
Like a spray of daffodil rows
In beds where predawns rays now
Spread their fingers like wings so bold,
How magnificently they hold
Their pose till father sun arised
Comes to steal the scene, peacocks cold
Blue removed in vivid surprise.

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Deborah Bell

Cry of the Dead

I weary of merely thinking,
Longing to feel alive once more.
That brief moment upon seeing
A rose, a baby, and the door
To emotions swinging open-
Yes, to know, not just in my head,
But in my heart, to know awe again.
Sparks which let me know I'm not dead.

Let the breeze take me past the dead
Still zone of reckoning my sins
Into someplace where veils are shred,
Truth has meaning and love seeps in.
Let its fragrant touch be my floor.
Bless my ears with its musing.
Let me catch the scent of the shore
Playing there among the living.

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It's those weeds

It's only a red petaled rose,
Not the entire, lovely, garden;
There's only one flower I chose.
Don't worry - I just have a yen
To remove one flower from the glen.
We're determined to stamp out weeds
And your efforts will help our men
To kill those pests and meet our needs.

It's only the red petaled poppy
That was planted next to the rose;
Its weeds! (we think there are thirty);
I don't really mean to impose
But you really shouldn't oppose.
We're determined to stamp out weeds
And your efforts will help us close
In killing those pests and their seeds.

Its only the red garden wagon,
(we've heard that wagon's transport)
and our badge says "Weeds Dragon!"
Weeds, with flowers, we know consort,
With the wagon used as escort!
We're determined to stamp out weeds
And so pleased with all your effort
To kill these pests and aid our deeds.

It's those weeds, those terrible weeds!

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The Edge of Night

The dreams are a kaleidoscope,
Where views skip from the observer
To participant on the slopes
Of a revolving recorder.
Perhaps with a turn of the head
Pieces will fall and be released;
Memories forming scenes of dread
Will pass into a blissful peace.

I wander through these nightly dreams
Which place me in these acts of war
Torn landscapes of Dali's best scenes,
Waking, wondering, what they're for.
Are they telling me something new,
Profound meanings for my life's path?
Or, remainders, simply refuse;
Spillage from my daylight's caraffe?

Another night's shadow descends.
Filling my largest coffee mug
With acrid punch to twilight's blend,
I wait until night's sleep does tug.
I stall the moment of sleeping.
I watch instead flickering shots
Upon the screen until reaping
My seconds, sleep draws my lot.

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Gloria Carpenter

Fighting Force

In caverns darkest hollow hall,
Beware ye, of those blighters, keen.
They infiltrate by fiendish crawl,
Then slash with blades the walls between.
On battlefields where they convene,
They never stop, no need to sleep.
They brandish weapons as they call
Their battle cry, before they creep

Into a slender cavity
Where torture starts with just a tickle
Such tactics of depravity,
A little more, a little trickle,
Hacking now with sword and sickle,
Unlocking floodgates primal source,
With gush of sluicing gravity,
Beware ye, of this fighting force.

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Not up to snuff

My voice is fading, far from well,
yet when I cough, I whinny hoarse.
Oh, not like Leny's steed ~ can tell ~
I sound more like a frog, of course.
So here I sit with no life force,
all shivery. I have the flu.
My ribbit puffs and starts to swell.
I'm wrapped in blankets. How are you?

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Prima Rosa

As starburst pops a final flash,
another shoot shows off her flair,
vivaciousness with stylish splash
irradiating everywhere.
As dusk descends with ribboned hair,
a breeze picks up velocity,
and swirls the stardust through her sash
in dance of luminosity.

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Seasonal Question

A taste of winter’s summer, autumn’s spring,
in shades deciduous or evergreen ~
Such seasonings add tang to everything,
from saucy salad days to haute cuisine.
Some choose one dish, some waffle in between,
whilst others sample tidbits all the while.
If winter’s summer fed her autumn spring,
would changing seasons still remain in style?

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Sleep with dreams

It is no secret flowers need
to sleep with dreams, however brief,
replenishing their inner seed
upon a stem of core belief.
When dewdrops fall on pillowed leaf,
a bead of dawn revives, awakes.
As blossoms open, dreams recede
to fill the spaces morning makes.

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Undone

If I have nothing else but this,
it will be enough forever,
for such beauty floods my soul. Bliss
within, and throughout, wherever
there is breath to breathe, for never
did I dream I would find you ~ one
who showed such tenderness. Your kiss
untied my heart. I am undone.

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Who called?

Who called the winter back to play
in flurried flirts with teasing bite,
when warmth had brought a spring bouquet
all dressed in green, of such delight?
Who needs reminders, billowed white
with swirling brush of icy trace
in wintry chill on moonlit night,
when stars appear to fall from space?

Should I collect those stardust flakes
that settle on my window ledge
and hold them ‘til the sun awakes,
to share their twinkle on the edge?
Or should I make a gentle pledge
to blow them with a wish away
and send them on a flight of fledge?
Who called the winter back to play?

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Maggie Cusick

Mother Earth

Mountains standing sombre today,
gold of sun hiding behind clouds,
wind whipping through misty ways
Ehoes mighty orchestras loud
rippling silvery lakes do shroud
tall trees gracefully genuflect
adoration to nature proud.
rain saturates mother earths sect.

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Lorraine Dafney

Brownies

"I just heard they'll be visiting."
"Again, they waste no time at all."
"They find us most interesting."
You'd be too if you were that small."
"Its amazing the way they fall."
"I bet they can't open a door."
"Each is barely three inches tall."
"You know what they say less is more."

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Pink and White

Pink and white buds now grow lovely
At night they illumunate streets
While their branches do sway gently
Enough to spread their essence sweet
Come walk and smell their fragrant treat
Beneath the stars and the moonlight
White pear and pink cherry trees feat
Makes arbors for lovers tonight

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Allura D

As the Willow

Graceful as the willow, dipping,
When winter wind blows harsh and drear;
Gently as the doe bows, sipping,
Thirstily from the river clear;
Pliant as the grass lies, bending,
Before the onslaught of the rain;
Surely as the heart beats, mending,
The seasons turn, love comes again.

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Gaer Llwyd

In the Night

Parallel tracks, laid side by side
Darkness of night covers the rails
Full head of steam, sad whistle wails
Charging ahead, driven with pride
Opposite courses; passing astride
Heart is let out into the night
Fates are driven, no longer tied
Moving apart in nonstop flight.

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Kevin McKinney

As Luck Would Have It

Lounging on a bed of primrose,
Puck spied a maid born of a dream;
Full twice his height and he supposed
No fairer visage had been seen
E'er since brave Boudicca was queen!
He rose, dazed by her radiance;
She smiled and stooped and kissed his nose,
"I'm honored by thy audience;"

"What ho! How fate hath smiled on me,"
He thought, with scarce contained surprise;
"This day was made for 'bauchery,
Let's sweetly carve thee down to size;"
She laughed and said, "Yes," with her eyes!
They'd liven up that sleepy wood,
There in the roses Puck surmised;
They'd get themselves up to no good!

"Pray tell," He said, inquisitive;
"How dost thou, attending stature,
Delight in the diminutive;
Do I satisfy thy nature;
Am I tall enough a creature?"
Poor Puck's eyes near left their sockets;
"I require only one feature,"
She said, "How deep are thy pockets?"

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Gloria In Humiliatas

Who drew this neon star so well
Defined and in such brilliant hues;
Vibrating clear as morning's bell
Announcing procreation's news?
Unlike the chime whose peal we lose,
This badge preserved in acetate
Will yet adorn long as we choose
To make its season hesitate.

Strange how we pull back the throttle
Portraying life in one flower's
Moment captured in a bottle;
As we try with all our powers
To keep it beyond its hours;
A proper sign of reverence
That we tend these ageless bowers
In tribute to impermanence.

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Scholarship

What little I'd have learned of love
On my own, but that we are told;
It's soft as the wings of a dove;
That it cannot be bought or sold;
It causes a mild distraction,
An absence almost, of the mind;
A sympathetic reaction
Somewhat akin to being blind.

Now, what do fish know of water?
What do birds know of the air;
Or the queen bee of the daughters
Who have spent their lives in her care?
All of them are fully immersed
In life and joyfully inclined;
Artisans, lovingly rehearsed
In the parts they have been assigned.

Without you, I was like a fish
Desperately in need of a stream;
A Dodo about to languish;
A hapless drone, a bumble been!
Be my rose against tedium;
My reason to expect the dawn;
Let our love be the medium
In which all we hope for is drawn.

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The Toughest Thing

I share fond appreciation
For the toughest of things to do;
Realize one's situation
And gracefully bid life adieu.
Comes a time when it's futile to
Rage and struggle against the stream;
To drift away from all you knew
And 'waken to a brand new dream.

Soon as it seems life means the most,
We finally feel right in our bones,
The stream has left us polished stones,
It's time for giving up the ghost!
Just when, at last we're not engrossed
In games of winning and loosing;
We're dealt a blow with no riposte
At a time not of our choosing.

But how to turn the tables while
We're still the masters of our fate?
Acknowledge help and banish hate;
Give love away; return each smile
And happ'ly go the extra mile;
Be as honest and as aware
And open minded as a child;
You'll be a child when you get there.

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Leny Roovers

Cold

My head is filled with cotton balls,
stuffed up, obscuring inner sight;
my nose, the source of waterfalls
in which my eyes swim, looks a fright!
A cold sneaked in, without invite.
Outside, a blanket of fresh snow
was draped over the world last night-
white-crystal fever sets aglow.

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Racing

I’ve lost control over my horse,
he gallops fast, refused my lead;
I’m frightened by our present speed
and lost my balance by fierce force.
My world is spinning from its source,
connecting threads are twined in cords.
I have to change this hapless course-
transform the spirals into chords.

I grab the reins I lost before,
and pull with force, he feels the bit-
remembers who is boss, submits.
Still sweating, we achieve rapport,
new energy flows from our core.
My horse and I must learn to race
in unison, when we explore
our visions’ edges- reaching grace.

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Unison

Today my mind’s a stubborn steed;
with reins in hands, attention taut,
I steer my horse beyond all thought.
While riding with increasing speed,
I find seductive views recede.
From flowing hills we reach a plain-
I catch my breath, he nibbles weed.
We rest awhile, let go of strain.

My horse then whinnies, true to breed;
his voice brings back a thought I fought-
I see it pass, am not distraught.
At walking pace our road proceeds,
a bridle, we no longer need.
In mutual trust we now trot lanes
towards our home, as we agreed;
I stretch my arm, to touch his manes.

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Ryter Roethicle

Anger

Time wasted by a monument of hate
Formed by a spell of our immortality
That our feeble mind wishes it could create
And thus enables our own insanity.
We are too impatient and force fate,
Whilst ignorant of what the future holds
We dare presume, another mortal trait
Instead of waiting to see life unfold.

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Autumn’s Glory

Mad summer’s heat has gone away
And in its place it’s left the rain.
For awhile cooler days are left to play
Then perhaps the heat will be back again.
Autumn presents a more liveable day
For humans but not for what is grown.
Whilst we live a more pleasant way
Springtime’s display is being sown.

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Dancing to Loves Tune

Dancing to loves tune, you spin and turn
Inside your heart thuds, and skips and pounds
Loves eternal dance will forever resound
Whilst the fever of love causes you to burn
And when apart your innards twist and churn.
The sensuous tempo that loving always makes
As your lover’s steps with pleasure you learn
Bodies touch knowing there are no mistakes.

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Photograph

Sitting, looking at your photo once again
I'm reminded of how our life has been
Until recent merely a poor life scene
Now it’s strong no matter what the strain
And out of madness we've become sane
My previous life has been so mean
Because of you I’m free from pain
A brighter life through you I've seen

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Science Lesson

The chemistry reaction between you and me
Ignites the sparks causing uncontrolled desire.
The friction of our movements sets up ESD
Fuelled by love sets our body cores on fire.
Fusion being all that we seemingly require
When our elements are finally blended,
And a chain reaction is what shall transpire
With a healthy stir each day recommended.

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The House

The cynic’s house is built brick by brick
Painstakingly cemented together by anger.
Bigoted windows, with glass inches thick
So that of seeing the truth there is no danger
The sarcastic steel doors are locked and stick
When ever reality is around for a while
With a roof of hate, covered by slime and slick
Impenetrable, hostile, but destroyed with a smile.

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Allura and Kevin

Grace Note

If I had my way we'd never
Have a reason to be fearful
Or to fret about forever;
Life would never be so awful
To make either of us tearful.
We would leave mourning to the dove
And all our songs would be cheerful
As orchestrated by our love.

Harmonics

Life is full of trial and pain
That simply is the way of things,
But with you joy will rise again
Will give a weary heart new wings.
Love counts the measure of it all,
The melody that our life sings.
The road of life will rise and fall
Your love the balm, that living brings.

Ovation

We would own the night together
And banish darkness like the dawn;
As players who duet better
Would banish silence with a song,
And relish in the sing-along;
Our rapture in it deep'ning till
All other voices are long gone,
While our crescendos echo still.

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Gloria and Ryter

Out of a void

Out of a void my love has grown
From a cosmic speck, a minute grain.
Out of nothing a seed was sown
Finally creating this heavenly domain,
That brick, or steel, could ne’r attain.
Inside is flesh and a pulsing heart.
Please do not treat me with disdain
I’d be destroyed if we should part.

A Passion Blooms

A little seed, a pulsing heart,
With tender care, a love will sprout,
And as it gains in strength, will start
To lose its shades of fear and doubt.
For what can live within, without
If left to wither in the dark,
When love is what life’s all about.
A passion blooms from just a spark.

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Kathy and Ryter

My Offer

I want to kiss every inch of your body
In case I miss I will repeat my deed,
Again and again until response I see
I will fulfil your desires and answer your need.
Relax, feel my touch ease away your tension
Soon from your daily cares you will be freed.
There is no reward I seek save your attention
And your willingness for me to proceed.

My Answer

Do proceed with abandon, wild
As my pleas, sure met with kisses,
Soft as rain, softer than mild,
Yet warm insistence remisses
No answer, nor failed, dismisses
Any wish to be freed from locks
That you unlock with loves beguiled
Hand, that now drops my velvet frock.

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