POETRY – EROTIC: FINDING DESERT ROSE

Taking eroticism to the edge and barely dipping over, Mona Arizona’s poem “Finding Desert Rose”’ makes us want more–because we know she generally offers so much more…Discover for yourself how your imagination carries the poem to conclusion

 

FINDING DESERT ROSE

© Mona Arizona, February 2010

All Rights Reserved

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Completely surrounded by concrete walls

where ivy climbed eight-feet high

and only George held the key to the

secret gate of the dichotomy of Lenore

the good girl who was seductively bad waited

The man who hunted her like a hungry wolf

entered the sanctuary, reached for her to kiss

this Lolita-esque lady in her low-cut flowery dress

with her pouty, baby face who enticed him while she

drank fresh creamy milk from a dipper, provocatively

 

claiming “I like it warm with foam on it”

Instantly George felt that the growing length between

his legs was unguarded and asked Lenore

“Is there something you want”

She smiled that seductive smile and responded

“How can I tell you what I want

until I know what you have” then added

“I’m someone you might like to know”

“Do you get lonely here or is milking

that cow good enough for you”

 

“I’m good at milking and if that’s bad

then I want to be bad; come and play;

keep yourself from being lonely”

In that secret, magical garden Lenore

dipped herself naked into the fountain.

“Feels good” Kneeling behind her, George

massaged her shoulders. “You have

good hands” she whispered and rolled

her head to one side touching his arm

then he cupped and squeezed her full breasts

 

immediately pulled back “It’s not right” until

she reassured him “What’s wrong; it feels

good to me; does it to you; it’s right if it’s good”

When George protested Lenore added

“I am a good person, but I am a woman, too.”

She held his arm under the water

as he touched her sexually between

her legs and he no longer resisted

and wanting her, bent her forward

over the broadest of the fountain’s walls

 

Devouring Lenore’s lust yet never

forcing her to do anything, George didn’t

do anything to her that she didn’t

want to happen; what they did was

bound to happen from the moment they met

and when it did, it was good for them both;

they acted as a man and a woman and as animals;

he wanted her; she wanted him; hungry wolves

that tested each other; humans: the man, George,

who traveled through the desert and found

the woman, his desert rose, Lenore, behind the wall

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