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Titillation
Once we wore white petticoats
pretty broidered frills
red ones were for cancan girls
and all such naughty thrills
advancing adolescence saw us
slink into silk slips
hands that lingered longingly
over breast and hips
surfing all the curved preserves
of honeymoon hors d’oeuvres
A 44 word ditty that borders on the burlesque with Linda's quadrille prompt: Slip
40 Comments on “Titillation”
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Titillating Laura!
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thank you – you gave us the slip;)
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This is so wonderful and a real hymn to youth… but the past tense also makes it a bit melancholic to me…
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keenly observed Björn!
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Agreed, on both counts.
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I am literally swooning right now 😍😍😍 this is incredibly penned, Laura!
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I think the rhyme forced my hand here so thank you Sanaa
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You mention the cancan, and now all I can think about is the police officer who used to inspect to see if the performers in the mulan rouge were wearing underwear. If they weren’t they could be arrested.
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interesting
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fun wordplay and evocative images
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yes it took me by surprise!
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Nice descriptive phrases: “curved preserves” and “honeymoon hors d’oeuvres”
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as you can see I’ve been confining myself to rhyme!
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Lovely, lovely. I did think of petticoats but didn’t write of them
Happy Monday
much ❧✿❧ love
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and now on Tuesday i’ve released your coment from ‘pending’ – yes petticoats we once wore!
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I’ve not worn a silk slip since I can’t remember when. Nice use of the given word!
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I like to go with the first word association Bev and slipped down the years with this one
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Very nice quadrille. Loved the imagery.
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thank you – not my normal style by any means!
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How easily we slip from one age and identity to the next…(K)
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So true!
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Love the alliterations like “slink into silk slips” and especially “honeymoon hors d’oeuvres”.
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Had to slip some of those in to save me from the daftness of a ditty!
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Fun wordplay, Laura.
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Trying out some trivia ☺️
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Methinks the heart speaks.
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A very young heart 😉
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I love that “hors d’oeuvres” – it’s perfect! Sometimes following a rhyme scheme takes you somewhere unexpected, but perfect.
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I have an aversion to rhyme – it’s like wearing corsets for me so I do not know how this one arose so spontaneously
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A nice journey to adulthood!
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I guess so –
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Ah, those frills!!!! So brilliantly written, Laura. Smiling!
xoxoxo
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thank you Marina – underwear is a rare topic for my poetry 😉
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🙂😚😘
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Smiling – the silk slips were brilliant – I love that girls are wearing them as blouses and dresses now- makes this topical and nostalgic all at once.
PS – I always envied the can-can girls their red petticoats.
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I agree about the can-can petticoats – such an abundance to show to hide what not to show!
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Lovely, intimate, and close. We wear so little around our skin and hearts, nice frills and smooth feels, this is also who we are, mixed in with all those other parts.
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some sensuous feedback – many thanks!
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Erotic in all the luscious ways language can be! Brava!
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thank you Frank _such language is not an easy line to tread
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