The Wood Poem by Poetheart Morgan
The Wood
~he took me to wander into dark night~
i thought...one more effort....
along the way he asked me
thou hast innocent eyes?
in silent walking... the rustle of my petticoats announcing
yes....innocents....
still...leading me to wander into a dark wood
despite all dangerous signs
along the way he asked me
thou hast hidden desires?
in silent i was
yes...hidden desires...
but the treacherous moon arises
suddenly....
catching me in surprise
a glimpse of me appears
bringing light to his blurry eyes....
astonishment and fright
in both hearts....
touching the blue vein with smooth fingers
a delight ~finishing my pain~
drowning an endless thirst
no time for answers still
my fangs, hands, body on him
Muscle stiffness ~deep breath~
...Oh!
let me finish with you quickly
thou need that and i too
~he took me to wander into dark night~
well... a wandering did I dost go into... those dark and dank woods lured... by those bedroom eyes and... words uttered with a carefree abandon... not knowing where this path... could lead too, but hoping for some... carnal delight little... did I know that I yes... I... was the delight on the menu.
Oh! ... Poet! ... almost a forbidden sensuality.... to be consumed...
You prefer why dark dark Touching the blue vein And smooth fingers Sparkling in the moon light?
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4/19/2024 9:38:04 AM # 1.0.0.1119
surreal, a pleasure to read