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bad girl risin'

Rene 2010




complicated pleasure
confiscated time
don’t bother to measure
she’s surely crossed the line
drawn by his hand
drawn to his love
driven by the stars
and the full moon above
the innocent eyes of a good girl
betray desires of the bad girl 
kept held at bay




~Rene



Comments

  1. I love it!!
    Thanks for sharing your talent with us, Rene. :)

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  2. I'm not so sure that the bad girl is really all that bad. After all, complicated is normal so often when love and desire face each other.

    Me likey.

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  3. and perhaps...in just the right moment they can both come out and play in the yard at once...and realise they have so much more fun together...smiles.

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  4. Play in the yard, Brian my friend? Play somewhere else, sounds like to me!

    I like what Irish Gumbo said. I would deny my Bad Girl if only I wanted to, and didn't need her horns to keep my halo straight.

    LOVED this, Rene. :-)

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  5. PS--my word verification was "later". Yeah, well, see ya, Mr. Spooky Scramble Word.

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  6. You have the best commentors, Rene. You bring out the best in them.

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  7. Love it Rene...really really brilliant.

    huggs
    jb

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  8. Ok, I went all "Undercover Angel" with this one. Must be my mood today. Lyrical inspiration!

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  9. Fred, the best commentors? That I do, without a doubt :)

    I just let them play...in the yard.

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  10. ^^^lemme in, lemme in! *scrunches face up against the window*

    LOL

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  11. wipe your feet, Shay...or else you'll get the hose

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  12. *smudges window with her nose*

    (and nudges her way around Shay)

    Yards are not as much fun as playgrounds. I say bring all the girls, good and bad and let's get some serious kick-the-can going.

    'Sides, you can't have Good without Bad. No flavor.

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  13. Hey Rene! Missed your poetry. Don't even begin to tell me this piece was some sort of allegory to washing dishes or something. If I'm reading too much into this one, I need shock therapy.

    Great work!

    Cheers,

    Casey

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  14. Oooo I love the lines drawn by words, shadows, innuendo

    A flavorful One Shot

    moon Smiles

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  15. Excellent words to go with that pic.

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  16. Wow, very nice! The flow to your words is magical. Great One Shot!

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  17. Casey! Where've you been?

    yup, dishwashing...you are so onto me :)

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  18. Better to let out that bad girl on occasion than to try and keep her locked up too tightly, because she'll just bust out eventually and go WILD!

    Nice One Shot, Rene!

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  19. Hi Rene
    Perfect verse in such a short lines..whether crossed or not, the line is there to be crossed... and as the innocent eyes betray the desires of 'bad' girl, I felt the betrayal is not her but of the inviting, sensuous hands...
    I liked this one very much...

    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya
    Twitter: @VerseEveryDay
    Blog: http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com

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  20. hahahah. yes right, dishwashing! Umm...some kind of washing but not exactly dishes unless you can consier the protagonist as such.

    Another brilliant little verse here. I love it. the photo works well too. light in the dark.

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