Saturday, January 17, 2009

The Test

Breathless sighs
through parted lips,
Eyes half closed,
Moving fingertips.
Bite marks
Scratches
Swish of sheets.
Sweat and stain
As bodies strain.
A secret smile
Aah - that's good!

tick tock
tick tock
urgent haste
tick tock
tick tock
faster faster...
screaming bells
and then release

Socks to pull
And strings to tie
As pens are shut
secretions dry.

8 comments:

AtomicGitten said...

Phew! I could almost feel the desperation of writing an exam! Invigilation creativity?

Vaish said...

All I can say is 'Whoaaa!!!' ;)

Jan said...

Hmmm. Is it just me or is does this poem seem slightly... hmmm? :D Of course, since I read the title before reading the poem I was able to enjoy the... double entendre... better :D

Materialmom said...

Atomica
Invigilation creativity it is - one has to find remedies for boredom...:)

Vaish
I feel like a horse :)

Jan

:)

You dared :)

ThalassicReverie said...

Made me wish I was doing 'The Test' ; even that nervous strain would be welcome as opposed to the ment-emotion-al strain issuing from staring vacantly into figments of diabolical vacuum.

The double entendre was interesting ( wouldn't have realised if someone hadn't pointed it out :D )

Materialmom said...

Staring into vacuum...?
I feel concerned.
Let's meet up

ThalassicReverie said...

Hmm.
Could I have your email please ?
I can write much better than speak about some things :)

Materialmom said...

Reverie
Same here. Do write
My email: materialmom64@gmail.com