Hobbs now Veronique

[Veronique]

Vegas was great.
I went there as Roy Hobbs;
I came back as Veronique.

"My Girlfriend Jo"

Some girls bluster and tell their tales--
still others brood unseen behind a mask.
To guess the color of their underwear's
an uphill task.

This latter case befits my girl friend Jo,
a portrait of loveliness from head-to-toe.
In time, I learned her modesty belied
a tendency to love being tied.

My own predation stationed me on knees.
I came to love her forest for the trees.
Her kinks ran to bliss and pain. How I cried
when Jekyll set to birching Misses Hyde.

With strokes more liberal than fuddy-duddy,
she left my cheeks -all four- a crimson ruddy.
The 'neophyte' had been a subterfuge.
Bloodlust lurked-- beneath that dab of rouge!

v

[billy]

you're quite a minx Veronique. ( i shall call you v or miss v from now on

nice light piece of pleasant surprise

the note at the beginning would work well as a piece of the poem if it were at the end me thinks.
no nits here V, i found it to be an entertaining piece fun.
thanks for the read.

[Leanne]

Pray tell us more of this technique
That turned Hobbs into Veronique



It's always the quiet ones you have to watch, or so they say... though I'd still bet Jo wore pure white lacy knickers... I wouldn't mind seeing this run over a bit more closely for meter and would be happy to have a go if you're up for it (Jo probably said something similar!). Otherwise, most enjoyable.

[Veronique]

[quote='Leanne' pid='93569' dateline='1333333096']
Pray tell us more of this technique
That turned Hobbs into Veronique



It's always the quiet ones you have to watch, or so they say... though I'd still bet Jo wore pure white lacy knickers... I wouldn't mind seeing this run over a bit more closely for meter and would be happy to have a go if you're up for it (Jo probably said something similar!). Otherwise, most enjoyable.
***
Yes indeed-- run this through a grinder--
Some would be harsh; I bet you're kinder.

White is nice
and would suffice.

v

[Leanne]

First run through:

Some girls bluster and tell their sordid tales--
still others brood unseen behind a mask.
To guess the color of their underwear's
an uphill task.

This latter case befits my girl friend Jo,
a goddess, pure and sweet from head-to-toe.
In time, I learned her modesty belied
an underlying longing to be tied.

My own predation set me on knees.
I came to love her forest for the trees.
Her kinks were bliss and pain. Oh, how I cried
when Jekyll set to birching Misses Hyde.

With strokes more liberal than fuddy-duddy,
she left my cheeks -all four- a crimson ruddy.
The 'neophyte' had been a subterfuge.
Such bloodlust lurked beneath that dab of rouge!