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Stockings In The Rain
Dancing in the rain
my feet splashing
In the puddles and the grass
my hair down and soaked
my curls flying wildly
As i spin in the pouring rain
my sundress sopping
And clinging to my legs
As i dance
my light silk stockings
Dark with the rain
That so completely soaks them
As He stands at the window
Laughing and smiling
Watching me
As i am dancing
In my stockings
In the rain
This poem presents some very
This poem presents some very strong yet exquisitely delicate imagery. I love to revisit it.
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Just had to revisit this
Just had to revisit this again---and, exactly as I had expected, it is still as beautiful and splendid as on the first reading.
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Even so many years after I
Even so many years after I first saw it, this poem has all of its original and powerful erotic power. I applaud the beauty of your poetry.
Starward
The test of any great poem is whether one wants to return to it once in a while, to experience again the beauty of its words---and this poem certainly passes that test!
Starward
This next entry in your Stockings series (and, if I may say so, I do hope you keep expanding it as a series, because it is brilliant!) is both very intense and yet very conversational. I like the double layer in the language: there is the immediate conversation, something, perhaps, overheard over a cup of tea; and then there is the must greater intensity implied in the retold event. This has a most powerful effect on the reader. And, as one of your ardent fans, may I please ask---implore---even beg---for more, much, much more, in your stockings series?
Starward