- Erotic Poetry
- Fattened Wolf (ready for slaughter)
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Do wolves ever dream of being sheep?
Would that be a nightmare for them,
To feel the cunning desperation and hunger
At their own throats,
Gnashing and tearing the life out of them?
If my libido was bottled in glass,
Instead of rubber,
It might be more rigid and permanent,
But as it is,
I want to be hunted.
I want to be taken,
Even as I am taking you.
A glass bottle may break,
But rubber only cracks when it is dry or overfilled.
If I were a glass bottle, I’d simply be overflowing-
You might want to brace yourself.
- COMMENTS
PandoraGlittersover 15 years agoI enjoyed the metaphors of this poem. As both were extended, though, I almost wished there to be one or the other or for the metaphors to be in discrete stanzas. Or perhaps to be more clearly related. I suppose bottles and lamb would go together at dinner. Maybe a larger setting could envelop both of these nicely.
I did love it. I do think it could be made even better. As is, it was an enjoyable read, though. I'm exceedingly picky.
