By Ashley Lister
You know I like to see you wearing stockings
And it’s true I’d love to see you in a thong
The sexy lingerie look’s one you’re rocking
It makes my need for you grow: both long and strong
Whilst some of my kinky thoughts are quite shocking
When I share them here in this poetic song
If you are supportive and never mocking
I’m sure that you and I shall get along
Similar in construction to the Ottava Rima, the Strambatto is also eight hendecasyllabic (11 syllables) lines. However, the rhyme scheme for the Strambatto presented here, the Sicilian form, is a simple alternating structure: a, b, a, b, a, b, a, b.
I think 11 syllable lines can be quite a challenge so, this month, I particularly look forward to seeing your poems in the comments box below.
Ash
Topping from Below
Your fingernails rake blood along my spine
and make my eyelids shiver in your embrace
for though you stress you're non-exclusive, the line
between lovers and partners seems fragile; lace
as delicate as a spider's silk web, fine
as the cupids bow of lips that kiss my face
and drag me down to neverland – for what's mine
will be always yours until the last disgrace.
Ooh! This has so much tactility in it. I particularly like the enjambment and the way this one spills from one line into another in such a rich way.
Wonderful, as always.
Ash
An edited version of what I posted on 10/07/2015
~Immersed~
Stolen from across a room, a wanton glance,
by eyes that searched for each other, and measure
desire by gaze and by ardor; that perchance,
your lust is more than the innocent pleasure
that is shared by souls in adverse circumstance.
Flowing towards my sex, your charming eyes, azure,
run down my body, a delightful advance,
like melted chocolate; your intent is sure.