03-03-2013, 11:33 AM
Warning: Some people may find this poem offensive, which is not my problem, but theirs. So, if you're offended by sexually explicit language - DON'T READ
Once, he'd blown
the wind of Eros
through her,
tempting her soul to sinful art,
loosening her lassoed belly,
pumping adrenaline through
her neglected heart.
And as he watched
her mind's eye spark
and sharpen for the hunt,
he scoffed at her
prim and proper,
and spreading her legs,
brought moisture
to her cunt.
But the ancient gods
conspired to grieve
her mortal skin,
and with threads of dark
veined mediocrity,
knitted her prejudices in.
And now she's just another
house trained little wedding wife
with nothing left
to lose or win,
full of prayers and uptight
wishful thinking,
ashamed of her desire
and too afraid to sin.
Once, he'd blown
the wind of Eros
through her,
tempting her soul to sinful art,
loosening her lassoed belly,
pumping adrenaline through
her neglected heart.
And as he watched
her mind's eye spark
and sharpen for the hunt,
he scoffed at her
prim and proper,
and spreading her legs,
brought moisture
to her cunt.
But the ancient gods
conspired to grieve
her mortal skin,
and with threads of dark
veined mediocrity,
knitted her prejudices in.
And now she's just another
house trained little wedding wife
with nothing left
to lose or win,
full of prayers and uptight
wishful thinking,
ashamed of her desire
and too afraid to sin.