{"id":12742,"date":"2015-06-14T03:09:50","date_gmt":"2015-06-14T07:09:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=12742"},"modified":"2015-06-14T03:09:50","modified_gmt":"2015-06-14T07:09:50","slug":"sestina-sex","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/sestina-sex\/","title":{"rendered":"Sestina sex"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Feel my gentle caress,<\/p>\n<p>my fingertips of lust.<\/p>\n<p>As you slowly undress,<\/p>\n<p>I could nearly combust.<\/p>\n<p>Teasing what I obsess,<\/p>\n<p>making your body thrust.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Yet as your hips thrust,<\/p>\n<p>to this tender caress.<\/p>\n<p>I feel your heart combust,<\/p>\n<p>stopping your undress.<\/p>\n<p>Now your eyes filled with lust,<\/p>\n<p>it&#8217;s you who now obsess.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Yet why should you obsess?<\/p>\n<p>I have yet to thrust.<\/p>\n<p>Deep into that velvet caress,<\/p>\n<p>over and over till I combust.<\/p>\n<p>So continue your slow undress,<\/p>\n<p>become overwhelmed with lust.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>My pride rises the peak of my lust.<\/p>\n<p>I see your eyes widen and obsess,<\/p>\n<p>in anticpation of my thrust.<\/p>\n<p>Instead I tease with sweet caress,<\/p>\n<p>and smile as you almost combust,<\/p>\n<p>another pause in your undress.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Your dress slips down revealing what&#8217;s left to undress.<\/p>\n<p>My heart filled with lust,<\/p>\n<p>I slip my fingers between and slowly caress.<\/p>\n<p>I feel you smile, shudder, and thrust.<\/p>\n<p>Oh yes, do obsess,<\/p>\n<p>till I let you combust.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>No you may not combust.<\/p>\n<p>Not till you undress.<\/p>\n<p>Those pout lips filled with lust,<\/p>\n<p>attempting to make me obsess.<\/p>\n<p>Yet I control your wanton thrust,<\/p>\n<p>with this simple caress.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Softly I continue to caress, and again nearly you combust.<\/p>\n<p>I feel the wet heat of your lust, as you hurry to undress.<\/p>\n<p>Your eyes fixated and obsess, as i begin to thrust.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Feel my gentle caress, my fingertips of lust. As you slowly undress, I could nearly combust. Teasing what I obsess, making your body thrust. &nbsp; Yet as your hips thrust, to this tender caress. I feel your heart combust, stopping your undress. Now your eyes&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":187,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,441],"tags":[945],"class_list":["post-12742","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses","tag-hour-16-prompt"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12742","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/187"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=12742"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12742\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12945,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12742\/revisions\/12945"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12742"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12742"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12742"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}