Blue Moon

I decide to let her loose,

Once in a blue moon.

My wild side runs rampant,

making young men swoon.

Oh, how these boys surround her,

trying to claim her glance.

Their hands cascade her body,

reaching for her pants.

My wild side is out to play,

as I stand back and let her free.

No one can quite understand,

She isn't really me.

Of course she looks the same,

down to her big feet.

But they could see the difference

if they were to meet.

My wild side is a vixen,

she could make a cold heart croon.

She's too wild for my tastes,

Hence the waiting for the blue moon.

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nightlight1220's picture

A good thing to trade in for.

A good thing to trade in for. The moon is the energy of female wisdom! Nice poem. (wait for a silver moon...*wink*

...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "


DazedByLife's picture

Haha. Thank you! :)

Haha. Thank you! :)