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Poem: Midnight Game

A slightly different version of this poem was in the last challenge at IYhedonism.  IK, of course. 

Midnight Game

She smiles to herself
peaking out from behind
dark, sultry lashes,
pretending to sleep
as she watches him
watching her
beneath the full moon’s light
pouring through the window.

Arching a little for his benefit,
she lets her robe fall open,
flashing white skin in the pale light,
a bit of rosy aureole –
his right ear tweaks
and his amber eyes grow large
as she shifts a leg,
almost revealing
her dark-haired secret place.

Almost there, she thinks,
as she watches him  breath deeply,
his hand clenched into a fist
claw against palm
and lets her hand drifts down
delicate fingers across pale white thigh.

Suddenly, he pounces.
Content, she kisses him hard –
mission accomplished.



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Jun. 17th, 2010 02:34 am (UTC)
Interesting. After reading this I went to check on Japanese skin color. Although Westerners tend to classify the Japanese skin color as yellow, the prized skin color of the Japanese is white. Most Japanese women seem to try to obtain that color through skin whitening and avoiding the sun.

I have always thought of Kagome as someone who spent a lot of time in the sun while she was traveling with Inuyasha, but given her cultural heritage she would have prized white skin as much as the next Japanese.
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