A Wild Man
Bondage does
not do it for me,
I’m a nomad,
who’ll wander free.
Tie me down
and watch me fight,
I believe in
love and do it right.
Shackled to
a lunar tidal movement,
Silver
bullets won’t, make much improvement.
I’m wild and
restless of a fashion,
Slipping
easily into, a raving passion.
Come and see
my wildest wishes,
Burned alive
from abundant kisses.
Feel the way
my hands are roaming,
Hungry for a
chance to hear you moaning.
Alive in
ways that build in pressure,
Scored under
skin of rampant pleasure.
Taste
abandon from whence I bite,
Slay the
monster beyond the night !
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