I wish I was a bird in the sky, because I know just where I'd fly. I'd just be hopin' @infernum's window was open, 'cause I'd bury my face in her thighs.
Notes: I normally try to write poems for sets that haven't been selected for SOTD yet, especially for hopefuls because I like to try to give them a boost with a blog post featuring their set. However, Infernum, for reasons I can't explain, really seems to like my stupid poems, and she's been really supportive of that, so I thought I'd try to write one for her.
At first, I wasn't sure what to do with this set in terms of imagery. She's sort of showing of how flexible she is, which definitely inspired me to do something, but it wasn't exactly to write a poem. "we rub our dicks while she does the splits" is true enough, but it's maybe not the direction I wanted to go in. A little too direct, and I also like there to be something funny or quirky in the poem.
When I looked over the set again, having relieved some trouser tension, I noticed this picture, and I was like "wait, WTF? is she actually spread-eagle in front of an open window?" And then I had my concept. It's stupid and weird, i.e. It's perfectly reflective of my style.
