Wild Things

Shahla Latifi

All my life, clean as a whistle, pure as snow,
colorless as the days with no sun
I have lived cautiously

Now, at an age that I am finding the true me
While yearning for desires and strange feelings
I want to try new, wild things.

Maybe not too much destruction but a little wildness
like lying on his chest, drinking from his cup,
looking at his eyes full of secrets and untold stories

Just a little bit wildness, with my hair brushing his face,
filling his mouth with the stream of womanhood
thinking: I hope this moment never ends

Nothing too wild, just a few kisses around his neck
walking beside him in the cold, shaking,
till he lights up a cozy warm fire to settle between our skin.

Shahla Latifi
December 2022






















  • Author: Shahla Latifi (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 3rd, 2023 22:12
  • Category: Erotic
  • Views: 40
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  • Neville

    'Wild Things' proved to be a most enjoyable introduction to your ink my friend .. I am glad I took to wandering around the pages of MPS this very early English morning .. All Good Things, Neville

    • Shahla Latifi

      Hi, Neville, from my side/ a Florida morning to you.
      Thank you for the lovely comment.

      • Neville

        You are more than merely most welcome my friend

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