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The Art of Consent: BurlesqueHowever,
i can use the rounded corners of
sullen eyes, too-short fingernails,
magnanimous hips, and frosted lips
pressed crackling against the
porcelain dream he
so blackly freed against me.
i am four inches envy and
six inches will,
and completely engrossed in pursuit of
fulfillment.
And he, still violent and violet, is there,
unconvinced and scared, and so perfectly
mine.
He finds me tied, vaudevillian, to his
percussive heartbeat,
falling from mind to mouth,
from mouth to spine.
Where contact confuses
sexually transmitted attention for
sexually transmitted affection,
there is not time to obscure the view that
conThe Art of Consent: Burlesque9 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word

trace your skinny fingertips along my hips
can you feel the scars of heartbreaks past?
I'm covered in fingerprints
from my forehead to my femurs
so run your slinking hand across my chest
feel how my heart never skips a beat
no matter whose delirium it's pumping out
to rush with ambition to my throat
I line my spin with the real secrets
real tragedies that would make your knees weak
ripe with the deviations of a naive girl
with nothing to gain and everything to lose
so sink your teeth into my neck
to withdraw the breath of shadows lingering
whose fingerprints rest on my hips
whose voices swirl down my backbone
wipe the slate clBurlesque10 years ago in Free Verse

The Burlesque GirlA girl with stilettos, red lipstick, and curled hair was ready to please since birth
Born to prove to us what she's worth

"Hit the lights," she whispers, and struts onto the stage
The crowd cheers and gasps, everyone's amazed

The young boys heart's skip many beats
They came here looking for a treat

She blows each one of them a kiss
Blink for a second and you will surely miss

The heels come off, and down comes the hair
Haunting the audience with her stare

She amazes all who see
Each perfectly sculpted hip, thigh and knee

The boys all whistle, shout and cheer
But the finale is no where near

Her smile seduces all who should glare
The Burlesque Girl1 year ago in Free Verse

BurlesqueLove for a moment like flickering flames
Or fireflies dancing like cabaret dames
Around millionaires and swanky high priests
Or at least men wearing masks and boys dressed as beasts
With piano music and classic cellos
With worn out goodbyes and deceitful hellos
As the mood for the night is set by the tease
While the boys aim to score and the girls aim to please
Do you think they remember the old way of things?
When they were younger, sitting on swings?
A mere six or seven, so innocent yet
The world bright like heaven or an endless sunset
But now here they are, a mere fifteen years later
Taking lies like a pill and eager to cater
Burlesque7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Show Me How You BurlesqueShow Me How You Burlesque

A dull echo of thunder sounded across the cityscape of Los Angeles. The night sky appeared gloomier than usual because of its clouded visage from the current rainfall. The pitter patter of the rain drops sounded against the streets and sidewalks of downtown. Taxis rushed from place to place, trying to earn as many customers as they could to fulfill their quota for the day. Others, like one Arthur Kirkland, were taking the pedestrian route, not afraid of a little rain and wet clothing. His hands were stuffed in his coat pockets, his left fist clenched around a wad of paper with an address on it.

'That bloody frog's Show Me How You Burlesque1 year ago in Settings

AUTUMN BURLESQUEOn the subliminal stage I saw her standing,
a drop of mood coloring her confectionery
clothes, her dessert decay marinated the
land with scarlet fumes and golden hues and
purple clues, from them her body bursted
open like an acorn's brittle shell, her
taste was earth dark, her Twilight Taste
was thick on my tongue, and I was slick
under the saturation of my mind, trickling
easily through my thirsty skin from the
veins of the maples, I heard her in the
introverted Silence, with every color aflame
she called my name, and my blood thrilled
to Autumn's nativity that guided my navel
into seeing her fire of colors-because burning
nevAUTUMN BURLESQUE3 years ago in Free Verse

Show Me How You Burlesque- Chapter 2Chapter 2

His heart pounded as the adrenaline was pumping through his veins. The exhilaration from his first performance was more than he could stand. With all those cheers he felt his ego swell with confidence.

'Guess I'm pretty sexy after all~' he thought with a laugh.

The curtains closed and he turned on his heel to go backstage to take a breather. But, first, there was something he had to get out of the way.

"Francis! Francis, where are you? I gotta talk to you!"

The owner laughed as he walked over. "Ohonhonhon, for a rookie you have done tres bien, oui? You should be very proud—"

"Who the hell told you to name me?"

"Well you Show Me How You Burlesque- Chapter 211 months ago in Settings

-Kaname's opinion on Kaine-Requested By lupevales
Anime/Manga: Vampire Knight
Rated: K+
General: Family/One-shot
Summery: Kaname's true opinion on Kaien
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My mind was a haze as I sat on the window ledge, looking out towards the setting sun. Her words still burning me from the inside out. Yuuki was right to defend zero's innocents, but was it necessary to have attacked me for it. Maybe it was to late, maybe my distance from the girl had broken our bond. Was i no longer the man she would do anything for? Have i been replaced? I glared at the setting sun, i didn't want to go, and join the rest of my classmates. I wanted to-Kaname's opinion on Kaine-3 years ago in Settings

Don't Ask Your Teenager...You said, "What do you want to be?
And I want a straight answer!"
But would you love me any less
If I said, "A burlesque dancer?"

A sexy nymph with a playlist full
Of songs to move my hips to,
And miles of curving, perfumed skin
For girls to press their lips to?

Or I could be an astronaut
(My head's already in the clouds)-
Then I could float and count the stars
And leave behind the noisy crowds.

Or maybe I'll go north and join
A crew, and sail away.
They say it's dangerous, but don't worry-
I'll bring you back a fish one day.

I could buy a cabin in the woods
And live alone with my laptop,
So I could spin my stories somewhereDon't Ask Your Teenager...3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

BurlesqueTo see her dancing on the stage
The curtain draws, and she appears
Draped in feathers, wearing lace

Her heels, her strut, rogue on her face
The way she teases makes me stare
To see her dancing on the stage

She moves with such a flowing grace
Her wardrobe planned with greatest care
Draped in feathers, wearing lace

The corset loosened from her waist
Amidst the whistling and the cheers
To see her dancing on the stage

The cheers grow louder in this place
Her breasts emerge from her brassiere
Draped in feathers, wearing lace

The show goes on, it's getting late
Time well spent to watch her here
To see her dancing on the stage
DrapBurlesque4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Biennial BurlesqueMy home is a suburban town
Where petulance and politicians hold the crown
Where the landscape is dyed reactionary red
And the only reasonable people are already dead
Where elections are a biennial burlesque
And you file your suicide note at the front desk
Where the climate is year-round terror and doubt
Because everyone with a chance is already out

My home was a suburban town
But none were surprised when it burnt to the groundBiennial Burlesque3 years ago in Concrete Poetry

Dreams of cabaret_ch2

DREAMS OF CABARET

CHAPTER 2

RYAN'S POV
I rise from my spot, taking my guitar with me. Standing outside the door, in the hallway was Frank. DID he have a thing for me? I pondered this for a second. He was nice enough but...

"Sorry to bother you but we have to start getting ready for the show."

I closed the door and followed some others down to the cabaret. Soon after I was introduced to a guy named Jared Leto. A bit of a pretty boy. He'd be going before me. Then after I perform, Adam would be up. The hair stylist, Spencer Smith was helping Frank fix his mohawk thingy. Carefully placing his fringe to the side. Meanwhile the make-up artist,Dreams of cabaret_ch22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters

russiaxreader: roommates chapter 6: scary movie?________ handed Ivan his pajamas. He went into your bathroom to change. When he came out, he was wearing a light grey t-shirt with blue striped bottoms. He held his other cloths in his hands. This time, he had his scarf on.
"you like?" he asked, spreading his arms out.
"Da" you smiled. He smiled too and grabbed you into a big hug.
You both laughed as he put you down.
"Hey…Ivan?" you asked a bit specious.
"da?" he answered in his native language which made you blush a bit.
"Why do you always wear that scarf?"
Ivan looked down at his creamed colored accessory.
"Well to keep things short…. My big sister gave me this scarf anrussiaxreader: roommates chapter 6: scary movie?10 months ago in Short Stories

All I am to you is a pair of legs
a catalyst
Your quiescent little muse

You'd slip your arms around my waist and say
'let's sing'

I would weep lyrics into your guitar

'We're better as friends' and a hug like bleach to wash down those nails
It's not like you meant anything
everything

Slide in and out at your beck and call
a mutilated phoenix
resurrected oldies; when you're drunk you can still remember the words

We're falling
We're falling
No, baby, that's just you.

It's ironic, makes me laugBurlesque8 years ago in Free Verse

Vitriolic Vaude Ville{prey-lewd}:
Welcome to Pandora's spookmansion!
Never before have you witnessed such
a gorebid spectacle of maleviolent lust.

abstrAct I:
                tarpamine Terpsichore
              of the Varicose Valentines
obScene i:
                             Burlesque ballerinas in bordellic ballrooms
bedazzle clowncrowds; crimson tattoos lace Vitriolic Vaude Ville1 year ago in Free Verse

Burlesque"Look honey, I'm going to be working late tonight." He sounded disappointed over the phone as he walked through the parking lot towards Hedonism.
"Again?" She replied, pausing in the motion of spreading on her red lipstick. "That's terrible! It can't go on, you're so tired all the time." She tried to keep the smirk out of her voice and continued to put on her lipstick, not particularly listening to what he had to say.
"Well, I'll see you when you get home ok? Buh-bye sweetie."
He ended the call with a self-satisfied smile – she fell for it every time. He knew he'd made the right choice, marrying such a naive woman and one with a tidyBurlesque2 years ago in Short Stories

Dreams of Cabaret_prologue

DREAMS OF CABARET

PROLOGUE

RYAN'S P.O.V
By the time I was eight, I found it hard to sleep for fear of being consumed by my candidly lucid dreams. No, wait. Not dreams. Nightmares. The cause of all my fears and insomnia were, and still are, my father, George. He was a drunk. Still is, probably. Mixing his raw power with alcohol was often bad news for me. I had given up on defending myself, because if I raised even a hand at him, he would knock me to the taunting ground. So for years I was nothing. Just a limp, nearly lifeless, ragdoll of a human being. It took alot of time for me to finally convince myself into leaving that dysfunctional hoDreams of Cabaret_prologue2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters

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