Two For Tuesday Week #4
Greetings Prosers,
Welcome to another installment of Two for Tuesday (or Toofer Tuesday as I like to call it).
It's our aim is to bring two things to your attention each and every Tuesday, as the name would suggest. These could be poems, stories, Prosers, portals or a mix of all of them. As we get bigger and bigger, we want to keep the communication fluid and the transparency continuous; as well as draw attention to parts of, or people within this lovely writing community of ours.
This week @PaulDChambers is sharing two of the Portals that he particularly enjoys.
It’s easy to assume that you’re all aware of the Portals in Prose, why they are there and what their purpose is. However, those new to Prose may be entirely oblivious to them and that’s why he’ll be sharing a couple of them now. We have the Portals in place so that you can browse in as well as post in certain genres. When you subscribe to a portal, that will show on your feed. It’s that simple.
"The first Portal I want to draw everyone’s attention to is the recently opened Introduction Portal. Whether you have just joined Prose or have been here a while, this is where you can tell people as much as you would like to share about yourself and hopefully speed up those follows that we all like seeing pop up in our notifications. An audience for your voice is always a good thing.
The second Portal is the LGBT Portal. As a fully signed up member of the decent parts of the human race, this one means a lot to me because of what it stands for. It offers a place without judgement and without constriction in a world where for some reason or other, humans still believe they have the right to tell people what is right and what’s wrong. Not here. Please, members of LGBT community as well as normal thinking straight folk, write away right away. You are all very welcome."
So we hope you’ll check these out as well as all of, or at least some of the other Portals.
There’s some great stuff in all of them by some very talented people. It would be a shame if they weren’t read.
Until next Tuesday,
Prose
One Night With Barbie
She stares at me with that Botox grin
Shallow blue eyes and lashes of sin
Porn queen plastic with wipe clean skin
I pull up at her house, she invites me in
Her sky blue skirt needs little imagination
Pastel pink top reveals an infatuation
Porno pink heels that glide as she walks
And a delicate voice of erotism as she talks
She’s a peek-a-boo tease on a plastic chair
With an all-over-tan and peroxide blonde hair
Her figure-hugging clothes ignite my desire
While pristine plastic fingers set me on fire
She seduces me with a grin so inviting and kind
Wriggling her perfect plastic, pert behind
Playful and erotic I begin to lose my mind
As pink glossy lips marry with mine
She straddles my lap and gyrates to tease
Provoking a show to put me on my knees
She peels off her blouse and adjusts her breasts
Drops her skirt and insists that I go next
She stands before me with soft seductive eyes
Her long perfect legs with suspenders up to her thighs
She pouts, kisses and pauses on an ‘O’
She trails my waist I wonder how far she will go
Plastic hands undressing me, plastic lips ready to devour me
Am I in a dream or have I fallen into insanity?
As I trace my fingers on prosthetic plastic skin
Peeling off her bra I try to place myself within
And while she implores me to play her wicked game
I pull lace from her thighs to see the horror of our shame
Barbie has no pink, moist, inviting working bits
She’s so turned on but lacking her shiny designer lips
Dedicated to Barbie who was 63 this month, I still would like ;)
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