Ode to a Wild One

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
An ode to the love of my life and our first intimate moments.
One of a series of poems from my upcoming 'Virtually' collection.

Written age 22.

Submitted: March 21, 2013

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In my fondest dreams I can picture her
still timid and barefoot in the bathroom,
a tender lamb chop, naked in wolf’s fur,

awkward, yet abidin’ in her costume.
Gentle sighs serenade her gorgeous scene;
a blushin’ rose; fair skin crimson, in bloom.

Her compact acquiescent body twitchin’
runnin’ the line, a slave to my accent.
Lip curled under teeth - a climax cuisine -

two fingers beat with her groaning ascent.
I whisper, ‘cum’, head rolls and she’s undone;
concupiscent anticipation spent.

Our eyes lock as I eclipse my wild one.
Flushed but agog, she flaunts a roguish grin;
obediently spread, full of words yet none.

About my forted arms she folds within,
swept away by the heaven in our sin.


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