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Precious Cargo



ADULT CONTENT - Poetry. Copyright © All Rights Reserved. Wolf Sherman. No part of this book / poetry bundle - may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means electronically, electrostatic magnetic tape or mechanically; including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system, without prior permission in writing from the author. Although this is a fictional work, some locations, organisations and events are factual. The characters and times in the storyline are fictional - therefore, all resemblances to actual people present or past are purely coincidental.

Contains adult content. A collection of poems on romance and erotica.

Romance (love), love based on emotional attachment as portrayed as ideal in chivalric romance literature.

Erotica is any artistic work that deals substantively with subject matter that is erotically stimulating or sexually arousing but is not pornographic. Erotic art may use any artistic form to depict erotic content, including painting, sculpture, drama, film or music. Erotic literature and erotic photography have become genres in their own right.

Miscommunication...



Could you tell me please, which of those you'd favour most? Was what I needed to know. It was her birthday soon and I needed to make it, well, memorable for her,

High on a thin glass shelf were three long roses that she saw. A white one proudly towering from an imported crystal vase. The place was filled with intoxicating fragrances in every way,

A hand apart - or two - a red one. Velvety petals wide and in places crimson that morphed into pink streaks, all the way down to where it sucked the water from,

Now next to them much further right, sunshine yellow beamed around it into the flower shop - from its exquisiteness on the shelve,

To be honest, she told me, all of them! She wanted all of them? I wasn't quite sure that it was possible,

Eventually we left without them. Three? I was taken back, but in a good way. It was her wish after all,

Later the next day I spied from inside of the place, to where I pointed out the window - across,

Lovely, I thought. The white one was near two meters long, smoothly weaved of silk. The red I knew, was plaited cotton, almost two meters too,

Every wish then was my command. The yellow was a nylon coil, also two meters it was shaped... I bought all three from the weaver o'er the road. It was masterly done. Those people do know a thing or two about precious cargo and how to tie it down...



- Wolf Sherman

Made A List, I Did.



They say if you can hold a woman down properly and restrict her breathing, that she'll tell you a secret, even two,

They also say that it's better shaving her, sitting up than lying down, and behind her leg, you can feel her heart beat doing this,

Then they say to make her knock on heaven three times - even if it takes a while - before you do, is a way to stranger wonders,

And they say not to interrupt the blood flow when you tie both wrists to the head board, and you take her from behind, hard, is hardest you'll get,

Heard then that being watched by a third is another way to raise her temperature to near boiling point,

I made a list of all these things I'd heard, but of course I'd not heard these from a stranger. It were the sounds of joy as I observed her breathing patterns...



- Wolf Sherman

So, You're Not The One...



Bed of roses, intently listening ears, and discussing a future of forgiveness, just in case - at some point you'll come second - you will, I have. But that's no reason not to love her for today,

In the meantime be the last letting go of hugging closeness - just in case - at some point you'll come second - you will, I have. But that's no reason not to love her for today,

An impulsive weekend where you can wrap her in some strangeness - just in case - at some point you'll come second - you will, I have. But that's no reason not to love her for today,

Nine compliments a week, two deep kisses per day, and a lengthy whisper of your willingness - just in case - at some point you'll come second - you will, I have. But that's no reason not to love her for today,

Caress her slowly, bite her lip, rub her feet with kindness, let her climax twice or more, just in case - at some point you'll come second - you will, I have. But that's no reason not to love her for today,

Always remind yourself you might not be the last to suffer her cruelness - just in case - at some point you'll come second - you will, I have. But that's no reason not to love her for today.



- Wolf Sherman

Hugs From Beyond.



Come grab a spade and walk this way, so you too bare witness how the end will go,

Healing to our kind will come one day, a long while after all is lost and winter's assault with snow,

A week after TOO-LATE had moved in permanently, and love's world's indifference then to know,

Neatening up what's left in the interim, but I think one more thing I decidedly must sow,

The seed for you, of meeting one last soul like mine - broken-winged with a last barrel halfway full of ink - or so,

Ever considered that I'm writing this from the other darker side - where but one thing's left to know?

Love is blind - I've figured only since I got here - and my dear, it's far too dusk for a heart to grow,

Let's agree then you'll take this letter, and hide in a sunnier cemetery for the seasons after's glow,

Every time I think of hugging you, I'm reminded of a thousand hugs I missed, so don't be me, don't ever take things slow.



- Wolf Sherman

Me, The Marionette.



Caringly dragging the sharp edge of the razor against her skin, as she watched me tasting what she was about,

Hair pulling would come to greet much later, in an hour after she'd knock on heaven's door - aloud - thrice,

A form of multi-tasking, perhaps, to survey the rope didn't cut into her wrists - or ankles, much,

Near her ankles the remainder of the knots that kept her still, and twice wound round my swollen member,

To say I love pain is an understatement, as I wind the rope around me a final time, then pulled it tighter - as I gasped,

Every tiny move of her wrists or ankles; would cause me the pain from hell itself - I ordered her to see if she'd like to hurt me,


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