{"id":42104,"date":"2017-08-06T06:30:31","date_gmt":"2017-08-06T10:30:31","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=42104"},"modified":"2017-08-06T06:30:31","modified_gmt":"2017-08-06T10:30:31","slug":"prompt-22-a-profile-of-a-curvy-ladys-stance","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/prompt-22-a-profile-of-a-curvy-ladys-stance\/","title":{"rendered":"Prompt #22 A profile of a curvy lady&#8217;s stance"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Curves sit well on you<\/p>\n<p>on your knobby fingers with sweet\u00a0meat and pink fat,<\/p>\n<p>a writer you must be weilding a feather for a pen<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>curves of flesh on arms intersect with shoulders<\/p>\n<p>did you sit meditating squarely\u00a0or kneading dough plenty gained<\/p>\n<p>dimples inside elbows and in collars like small caves<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>curve of your nose pouts, curve of chin juts out<\/p>\n<p>pinna of your ears neat strain neck<\/p>\n<p>into cheeky tilt\u00a0to look at something captive<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>That black eveing gown sits<\/p>\n<p>darker on curve of breasts. its curvy cuts dipping into its cleaved groove<\/p>\n<p>your paleness offset by stark darkness of a high round butt<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>you turn to watch something leftwards<\/p>\n<p>your arms define the conflict<\/p>\n<p>the right stands on tip-toes on table-top, yearning to steady the fate<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>while the left folds the gown slightly and drops down<\/p>\n<p>in slight pause of the familiar being let behind<\/p>\n<p>eyes\u00a0fullstops<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-42170\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/IMG_0618-231x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"231\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/IMG_0618-231x300.jpg 231w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/IMG_0618.jpg 671w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 231px) 100vw, 231px\" \/><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-42124\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Madame_X_Madame_Pierre_Gautreau_John_Singer_Sargent_1884_unfree_frame_crop-1-154x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"154\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Madame_X_Madame_Pierre_Gautreau_John_Singer_Sargent_1884_unfree_frame_crop-1-154x300.jpg 154w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Madame_X_Madame_Pierre_Gautreau_John_Singer_Sargent_1884_unfree_frame_crop-1-768x1491.jpg 768w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Madame_X_Madame_Pierre_Gautreau_John_Singer_Sargent_1884_unfree_frame_crop-1-527x1024.jpg 527w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Madame_X_Madame_Pierre_Gautreau_John_Singer_Sargent_1884_unfree_frame_crop-1.jpg 1895w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 154px) 100vw, 154px\" \/> of pitch black under\u00a0comma of equal shade<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Curves sit well on you on your knobby fingers with sweet\u00a0meat and pink fat, a writer you must be weilding a feather for a pen &nbsp; curves of flesh on arms intersect with shoulders did you sit meditating squarely\u00a0or kneading dough plenty gained dimples inside&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":987,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-42104","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/42104","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\/987"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=42104"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/42104\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":42328,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/42104\/revisions\/42328"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=42104"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=42104"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=42104"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}