Thursday, November 26, 2015

A Wild Man

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 !