Saturday, January 17, 2009

The Test

Breathless sighs
through parted lips,
Eyes half closed,
Moving fingertips.
Bite marks
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.


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...

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

I feel like a horse :)



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...

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

Materialmom said...

Same here. Do write
My email: