Mother To Son, In Sensual Danger Poem by james watkin

Mother To Son, In Sensual Danger



Dont say you're o'ercome, spoiled
By her sensual charms.
The innocent youth, encoiled!
Python-like, a fawn!

Heeding what first connives
Through eyed fixations
Preserved, such edenic lives.
Romp blessed, from the dawn.

Monday, August 29, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: advice,sensual,mother
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james watkin

james watkin

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