Too long in the wind
Pushing at your back
Edging you forward
Into what you should have stayed away from
But you liked the feel
The breath
The tongue
The fingertips
Caressing
Your backside a lovely place to play
All of those wanting
You
Having you
A feast when they turned you around
Taking you
To the ground
Spreading your arms and legs into the symbol of giving
But you were much more
Craving them as much as they craved you
You were the country girl
Teased by the winds of the highlands
Swayed by their whisperings and scented lips
Now you are so surprised
Wondering how you got so enslaved
In the eye of a hurricane.
Stephen Jarrell Williams loves to write in the middle of the night with a grin and grimace and flame in his heart. He is the editor of Dead Snakes at deadsnakes.blogspot.com
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