“Dont Tell Mama” – Poem By: The Wood For Trees

HE GRIPS TIGHT
A WANDER-LUST SUFFERER’S DELIGHT
PUSHES HARD – LIKE CHAINS CATCHING
GEARS GRINDING
THE PAIN HE GIVES HURTS RIGHT.
MY HIPS, MY LIPS…
I GLADLY LET HIM.
THE FREAK IN ME SHOCKS,
FROM SATAN TO CHERUBIM
BUT NO ONE WOULD BE MORE BLOWN AWAY
THAN MAMA – WHAT WOULD SHE SAY?
AT HOW I GIVE IN.

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3 comments on ““Dont Tell Mama” – Poem By: The Wood For Trees

  1. granbee says:

    Oooh, naughty (in a nice way, of course!) And I love your Tigger, Heather!

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  2. evea192 says:

    Shocked me at first, but then i read it again and i have to say, i loved it. The way u played the words gives one the ability to make an image of what is happening.

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  3. thanks. there is some movement going on!

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