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Midnight -A Choka


Sweat sitting sticky

in a shallow pool rippling.

With each breath inhaled

the hollow between her breasts

fills deeper again.

That hidden tremor

running from calf to rib-cage,

echoed with a groan

that rumbles through to marrow

deep and guttural.

Knees converted into hooks,

grappling for contact

drawing deeper into sheets

they hold, lock, engage.

Nails drawing across a scalp

and hair thick between fingers

something for purchase.

lips, tongue and teeth, clash, curl, bite,

praises, curses, moaned.

gasping for air or for words,

muscles arching back

drawn to breaking point, to snap.


Sweat sitting sticky,

that hollow between her breasts

kisses press lazily up.


Thursday night over at the DVerse Poets Pub is form night, and tonight we’ve been challenged to write a Choka which is a Japanese style of poem. It words on an alternating 5-7 syllable count with an extra 7 syllable line at the end.

I decided to combine the Choka form with today’s Daily Prompt: Temptation.


This entry was posted in: Poetry


Carol Forrester is a twenty-four year old writer trying to be a better one. Don’t ask her what her hobbies are because the list doesn’t get much beyond, reading, writing and talking about the same. She has a 2:1 BA degree in history from Bath Spa University and various poems and stories scattered across the net. Her flash fiction story ‘Glorious Silence’ was named as River Ram Press’ short story of the month for August 2014 and her short story ‘A Visit From The Fortune Teller’ has been showcased on the literary site Ink Pantry’s. Most recently, her poem ‘Sunsets’ was featured on Eyes Plus Words, and her personal blog Writing and Works hosts a mass of writing from across the last five years. She has been lucky enough to write guest posts for sites such as Inky Tavern and Song of The Forlorn and is always open to writing more and hosting guest bloggers here on Writing and Works. With hopes of publishing a novel in the next five years and perhaps a collection or two of smaller works, Carol Forrester is nothing if not ambitious. Her writing tries to cover every theme in human life and a lot of her work pulls inspiration from her own eccentric family in the rural wonders of Shropshire life.


  1. Oh, I love this…such crisp depiction and detail, knees like hooks, fingers raking through a scalp of hair…all the senses straining, excellent. I also liked how you used the beginning line in the last verse.

  2. at first reading wondered if it was fear we were witnessing – fear of the little death perhaps! Engagingly erotic starting with that lovely alliterative first line
    “Sweat sitting sticky”

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