- Erotic Poetry
- Her Fall Moan
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Click hereThe moaning autumn calls of lonely stags,
Carries from the marshes to the bed,
Where she is tied; she sighs; and each sigh flags
The fact that, though she's ready and is spread
And open to the pressure he'll apply,
She'll turn her head and thoughts will start to sing,
As she sees sunlight in the clear blue sky
And clouded butterflies upon the wing;
She feels him take her with his certain force,
But lets her mind drift off - the autumn weather
Means pipits flutter all about the gorse -
And she can smile, and think about the heather,
As he thrusts in and takes her with a groan,
While she answers the stags with her fall moan.
- COMMENTS
sanishenover 6 years agoAuthorIf you could read poetry then you would see this is an anti S&M poetry about boredom and indifference at the usual drift of D/s;and you'd have the courage of your convictions to comment without the pathetic cloak of anonymity - but as you can't, you might as well enjoy the fish hook and have a nice little s&m time all of your little own - have fun.
Smiles sweetly.
Sanishen.
