Leather And Lace Written By Nichole Sulpizio

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Leather and Lace

Angel Face

Glitter Mask

Black Leather

Pink Lace

Ruffles

Wings

Red Lips

Devilish

Naughty things

She can make you lose your mind

Power in pain

Whips and chains

Candle wax dripping

Feathers tickling

Blindfolds

Ice

Satin

Silk

Ponytails and braids

Naughty or nice

Both worlds collide

It is her inside

Explore

Heavens light

Beware

Open the next door

Dark side of pleasure

Torture

Sensual adventure

She will give you what your body can handle

Leather

Or

Lace

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“When freedom does not have a purpose, when it does not wish to know anything about the rule of law engraved in the hearts of men and women, when it does not listen to the voice of conscience, it turns against humanity and society.“

Art of Quotation

When freedom does not have a purpose, when it does not wish to know anything about the rule of law engraved in the hearts of men and women, when it does not listen to the voice of conscience, it turns against humanity and society.

Pope John Paul II


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The Close of the Day

Roth Poetry

lilac

Rain pours down at the close of the day
Thunder rolls
The storm blows through
Earth is refreshed
Lilacs are blooming…
So close I can smell their fragrance
floating through my screen door.
I drink in Spring’s goodness
at the close of the day.

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Quadrille Monday at d’Verse and De Jackson asked us to use the word close or a form of it in our poem of exactly 44 words.

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Ignorance

Confab With Me

The castle you built inch by inch,
brick by brick
is standing tall today
all our relentless toiling and perseverance has paid at last,

And now that you are ready to embrace your dreams,
you are crushing it with your own hands,
for your heart is singing some other melody of life

How many times you have done it in the past
how many occasions you jumped ship
desiring for the new blue moon
while you change course
you don’t realize
these dreams are also of people you once called your own
and their despair self still hang in the miasmic surrounding
staring at oblivion
and displaying roughed emotions at large

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