Watching… a repeated poem

An image of a bride holding a bouquet, to go with my poem about a wedding bouquet watching a bride.

Watching…
A naked body in the bathroom
Curvy hips, a rounded bottom
Long legs, a hint of perfume
Breasts bouncing in perfect tandem
A thin line of hair, a slit
Rosy nipples, semi-hard
and ready to commit
Watching them was a reward

Watching…
Sitting down at the dressing table
she was a beautiful, delicate lotus
Showing some pink, I was able
to witness delicious wetness
Leaning closer to the mirror
her beautiful eyes gaze full and strong
she applied colors, preparing for the altar
Watching her did not feel wrong

Watching…
White clothes waiting on the bed
A corset, garters and some clips
No, not wearing anything red
Yes, the panties, today… she skips
Stockings pulled on as over she bent
Legs spread, inner pink so wet
Showing off seemed to be the intent
Watching her, I did not regret

Watching…
Her dress, a dream so beautiful
Shoes to complete the picture
After today, no more was she single
Forever she would be his treasure
One last look in the mirror
All ready for her wedding day
She smiled and took me with her
I am her wedding bouquet.


This poem was first shared in 2013. I love the challenge of writing from the perspective of an inanimate object, to give those objects feelings and opinions. Since this prompt is repeated on Wicked Wednesday, I decided to share this post again, after editing it just a tiny bit.


ยฉ Rebel’s Notes
Image from Pixabay


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19 thoughts on “Watching… a repeated poem

  1. I was really unsure about the prompt this week, mainly from my point of view but I have loved so many of these posts which is testament to you for picking something a little different and to all the bloggers who really are a bloody talented lot

    Mollyxxx

    1. And I just loved your post, the way you used the prompt. And you’re so right about those bloggers out there: SO talented ๐Ÿ™‚

      Rebel xox

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