By Secret Bree and Vintage Black

With a piercing 
stare 
and unquenchable 
appetite—
 
I’m one  
of the wild ones
captivating 
and 
fierce

Slowly 
ever so vigilantly
you approach 
trying to 
embrace 
me with 
velvet 
sounds 
 
—Casting that 
wicked 
magic 
of a  
wild 
cat 
whisperer— 
 
Yet I’m
not falling  
prey 
to your 
taming 
charms 
  
Inevitably 
you’ll fall 
in lust  
Everything else 
turning 
to dust 
against 
my 
sensual verses
 
Sweaty, 
playful- 
breathing, 
s  l  o  w
 
Will you join me 
when I start  
to  
lick 
and 
lay down 
l  o  w
 
rocking my hips— 
begging you 
/in verse/ 
oh, please 
come?
 
Foxy 
feline 
needing
fun
 
Sighing
feeling 
outstretched  
back 
 
Wild one 
ponders
when 
to 
a 
t 
t 
a 
c 
k 
 
I know 
you enjoy 
watching me 
wild and free 
but remember 
from 
my bedroom 
there are 
no 
escapees
 
You better 
be careful
I tease, 
and 
I bite
 
But do not fear— 
it’s
ever  
so slight
You won’t get hurt 
 
I rock my hips— 
so loud 
you sigh— 
you welcome me 
with arms 
open 
wide
  
I’m one of the
wild ones
captivating
and
fierce

With wild 
anticipation, 
all sweaty, 
untamed, 
in thrusting tempo, 
in pleasurable 
pain 
 
We tease 
we lick 
we sigh 
it hurts 
 
But just  
ever so 
slightly…. 
 
Wild play