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Rated: 18+ · Poetry · Adult · #1883907
18+ An erotic poem about two lovers trapped in a old hunting lodge for the winter.

-Teeth-
by Keaton Foster

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Close by a frozen lake shines
Refracted rays of golden light
Beam down through endless sheets of snow
Mini streams of water flow between
Ever widening cracks and crevasses.

The wind dances in a rhythmic motion
Across this, the valley of our lives
In the white forest, giant pines shake and shiver
Winter's hellish embrace finds its home
The pointed needles of the giant pines stand guard
Protecting the fruits of their labor.

Somewhere unseen by you and I
The great bear sleeps, slumbering away
Far away from winters bitter cold
He is safe, in such an eternal state.

A single gray wolf howls
Beyond this place, his brethren sing along
The wind carries their calls across the valley
The nature of their intent is disguised in beautiful ways.

All that we have is each other in this place
All that we have is our love to stoke the fires within
The frozen sunlight of this dreary place holds us as bay
Seemingly we are trapped in a timeless state.

The cabin is heated by the flames from within
Our love is fueled by the loneliness of this forgotten place
Passion is our guide on our journey far beyond ecstasy
Driven by lust, sex and the madness from within.

I am your wolf and you are my lamb
I will own you, I will be your true master
I am your everything in this frozen nothing
That you could never hope to escape.

You shall beg for mercy from my delightful ways
Our love is our guide, and sex is our instrument
To break the boredom in the eternal cold
This will be the winter of the wolf and the lamb.

Soon the spring will return, the flowers will bloom
We will be released from the winter's cold
Our love will sadly come to an end
Our time will advance beyond this place.

So, for tonight my love let us not waste
The wolf is hungry
And it is flesh that he desires most.

Prepare yourself for my teeth…


Teeth Written by Keaton Foster
Copyright © 2012

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