{"id":42302,"date":"2017-08-06T06:35:32","date_gmt":"2017-08-06T10:35:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=42302"},"modified":"2017-08-06T06:35:32","modified_gmt":"2017-08-06T10:35:32","slug":"chocolate-grace","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/chocolate-grace\/","title":{"rendered":"Chocolate Grace"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>My lovely swan, to whom do you petulantly gaze,<br \/>\nElegantly craning your milky neck just out of sight?<br \/>\nOr do you pose for the painter, brushes on pallet<br \/>\nOozing spirited sex and sass in the casual clasp,<br \/>\nThe table\u2019s edge between a thumb and forefinger?<\/p>\n<p>Black satin ensconced fingers of a soft left hand<br \/>\nGrasp the falling black sash, ebony on steely night.<br \/>\nWho\u2019s there off sight that your shoulders pull back<br \/>\nFlaunt your perfect posture, taut in practiced ease?<br \/>\nTurned out, not up, your nose points us the way.<\/p>\n<p>Is it your fragrance, some Paris perfume you sniff<br \/>\nTo flare the nares so regally as if scent sculpted you<br \/>\nFrom birth, the way your pretty pout folds into a chin<br \/>\nEqually sharp as the peaked nose round arced brows.<br \/>\nI adore the flashes in auburn lit hair swept into updo.<\/p>\n<p>The sun would have streaked you strawberry blonde<br \/>\nHad you graced it with your presence, though clearly<br \/>\nPale skin that would appear ghostly on another moon<br \/>\nReflects embarrassed by its dusty light comparatively.<br \/>\nHow I\u2019d rest my chin in the curvature of those chains.<\/p>\n<p>A hand I\u2019d rest at the crease of your gown, just above<br \/>\nThe impossibly narrow circumference of your waist,<br \/>\nA circle flowering thick bosom and hips begging me<br \/>\nTake notice: a crafted sexuality seething underneath<br \/>\nDiscretely teased, in rich chocolate grace and ease.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My lovely swan, to whom do you petulantly gaze, Elegantly craning your milky neck just out of sight? Or do you pose for the painter, brushes on pallet Oozing spirited sex and sass in the casual clasp, The table\u2019s edge between a thumb and forefinger?&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":196,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,441],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-42302","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/42302","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\/196"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=42302"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/42302\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":42304,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/42302\/revisions\/42304"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=42302"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=42302"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=42302"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}