Feral Pleasure Poem by Pirate Girl

Feral Pleasure



Here I be an impish sprite
that speaks with impish speech
biting hard a lion's tail
I clamp fast with my teeth;
hear now the old lion's roar,
the tragedy in poems
while I am whipped about
in the thought lairs of his home.

In his deepest jungle breath
he growls some simple lines
seducing young gazelles
with love bones wrapped in rhyme;
then suddenly he pounces
with a skillful lover's art
enclosing the distance,
leaping chasms to their heart.

I have witnessed feral pleasure
known no greater pain
in the death grip of a lion's lust
mangling my brain.
Be wary sweet young antelope
don't stray far from the pack
starved are the grey old lions
when their heads dismount the rack.

Sunday, April 27, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love hurts
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Colleen Courtney 27 April 2014

What a great piece of poetry! Love it!

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