An erotic romance poem 😘
Shiver down spine
Sharp pain in side
cellmate
demanding to dine
- nowhere to hide -
licking stubbled lips
wearing a red dress
blocking the door
with a wiggling of hips
fingers go for the liver
red heart
shaped splatter
on the floor
by the shiv-er.
© Darius the Mate 25-01-2022
Written for dVerse: Quadrille – a poem in 44 words.
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Oh, yikes! Whoever shivered, I wouldn’t want to be there.
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😅
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Did the shivver shiver or did the shivved shiver? Seemed like the shivver did but seems like the shivved would. Maybe first the shivver, then the shivved?
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I believe the shivved shivered, but, perhaps the shiv-er shivered first, out of scene. Being cold, AND hungry, seems like a legitimate reason to start shivving people. Maybe, we’ll never know. All I can say with a degree of certainty, is the likely last person to shiver, was the guard doing his rounds.
Thank you for the comment, Lisa.
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I see! You’re welcome.
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Yikes.
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Oooh! That last line…very clever, Darius!
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Thank you, Punam.
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My pleasure.
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genius. (or close to it.)
-David
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I’ll accept genius, whenever you offer. Thank you, David.
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Love it — a very unique take/use on the prompt word
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Thank you, Ron.
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