You say you're wild, boy
but I've broke horses
wilder than you
Soon you'll be eating sugar
outta my hand and
beggin' for more
You say you love the road
but you're gonna love
the sidewalk to my house
and the stairs up to my room
even more
'cause once you're in my bed, boy
you ain't never gonna think of goin'
anywhere else
I am the moon that you sing to
I am the song that you sing
I am the scent on the breeze
that you gotta chase
Even wild things
have their weaknesses
and I know all of yours, boy
You leave my hips bruised
and my lips swollen and aching
But it is you
who have been marked.
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| photo by Daryl Edelstein |
submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Weekend Photo Challenge
and Poetry Pantry #85 at Poets United
and Poetry Pantry #85 at Poets United
13 comments:
Oh, I love the voice of this poem - sexy, sultry, knowing and aware of her feminine power. This is really something different again.
oOoo, what a moon spell! I just love this!
well now...what a tantalizing write...esp that last stanza...oo la la....
Wow! Marked him like a tattoo...
Very good!
Oh my I am flushed from reading this...very sensual. He can't say he wasn't warned. :) I nominated you for a perfect poet award.
Wowzers!
Yowza! It is very bold; love it.
"I am the moon that you sing to
I am the song that you sing
I am the scent on the breeze
that you gotta chase" -this is my favourite part.
Absolutely DELICIOUS! This is another poem I need to read to my husband and find out if he still doesn't care for poetry ;P
The 'wildness' was a front. We snorted, showed you our long snout and plowed our front hoof to incite your desire to ride us.
Lead me to those stairs! :)
Is this you...whew...what a hot and sensual write
I love the dark side of loving ~
Oooo.... That got me right where I live.
It made me **erhmm** horny in very many ways.
Thank you.
Hot .. its sizzles ..
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