Little Boy Big Horn

Once upon a time was little and old a boy of young aspired to play the horn

Being a boy in mind but a man of stature he became all his self he went

Knowing one tune he clamored and boasted his goal for fame

Practicing long hard he blew blew until a sight caught his eye

Looking in a glass of shiny new with colors of frosted color he saw a woman naked and man

Watching with eyes of wow he stared as they begun to move strain together hollering grasping each other

Looking staring he watched the tryst installed thoughts of those that should not be

Little Boy Big Horn saddled his horse left with thoughts of play filling his thoughts and hands

Rubbing his horn his face became the smile of yesteryear

Caresing with strokes of long he played his horn all day long

Creeping to window again he saw her recline naked refined curious of deed thought he stole within

Looking at skin of smooth he touched roamed as his will prevailed

Eyes of languorous with sleep peeked lashes of soot and long widened quick

Smiling with invite heat she paraded her sweet to allow play

Grasping fruit of ripe he suckled long hungrily as his thirst build

Kisses of long swept days of heat between grasped stars of night and day

Grasping thighs of plenty he played his trade of many flavors to her delighted face

By Felicia McCaw

Raphshellna (An erotic rendition of Rapunzel)

Once upon a time of medieval quest for honors true

A fair damsel of hair of coarse black lived in tower high above the sky

Sitting in corner day to noon to dusk til night she spun rivers of silk

Looking out small window of cool she gazed a land of valley green and long

Sighing long low she said I wish to leave this prison of lonely

Smoothing hands of weary down back of slim she stretched agile

Kicking a ball with feet of tiny she stomped petulantly

I leave give chance and I will go far never return

Below a horn beaconed with shrill cries

Running with feet of feather she peered out below with eyes of sharp

Looking down she saw with eyes of huge jet and lashes heavy as soot a sight of one unknown to her

Who are you cried she with curious blinks of eyes and curved nosy smile

Basner is my name adventurer of lands whether far or near

Basner Basner she repeated testing each letter tongue gone flowing as river waves

Basner cried out curious as hell now how do you get down?

Raphshellna replied my hair of coarse black curl allows the step of way

Throw down your hair Raphshellna and I will teach you mysteries of delight and sweet

Ok cried Raphshellna of happy humor for human company has come to clear the days of lonely lack and boredom

Climbing hair of thick coils of coal black curl Basner limberly scale the height and crawled through window small

Basner look at her long hard and said you are fair and yet filled to make a man hand travel wondering hard and sweet

What doe you mean? Rapshnellna replied with eyes of wide curiosity focused on him clear as day become

Let me love thee and I will you teach all that is unknown as sweet as nectar sweet  

I know not what you mean this love thee and such as nectar and all

Come sweet Raphshellna and let me kiss thee lips of pearl and shells

Basner kissed her and ran hands of most hard over forms of curves and sweet valleys

Raphshellna sighed deep within and heart floated as morrow’s tomorrow and sung lilts of lilts

Loving her gently he became her soul and delight of her smooth sweet flesh of new

Grasping his back she flowed over rivers of deep and oceans of wide riding symphonies of harps delight

Clasping her within arms of hard he claimed her his and with eyes of twinkle they left the tower of lonely and flowed as one to become the all

By Felicia McCaw

MAPLE ANN AND WILD BILL THE SHARPEST SHOOTER IN THE WEST

(An erotic rendition)

Looking with eyes of keen no target too small or large or distant she claimed them all

She swayed with hips around she pranced all day long

Sighting of her caused the sidewalk cave traffic to stop mouths to gap

Asking with a leer of curiosity Wild Bill asked who she be?

Maple Maple Sweet Maple Wild Bill strode with legs of determination

Catching a sweet aroma of perfume he coasted closer closer he watched with languorous eyes the sway of enticing petticoats arruffle

Inhaling deep of sweetest air of sun and perfumery he pranced on air

Miss he exclaimed and around turned Maple Ann of sweet brown he said how much?

How much she exclaimed for what?

Don’t be coy Wild Bill said with a grin of wolf and flashed gold aplenty.

Smiling with acknowledgment she said nothing since you are so handsome.

Linking arms with the most infamous man in the West she rolled rotated ahead

Reaching her room of 127 she proceeded in room of gracious décor

Looking with eyes of heat she watched him discreetly unrobed and begun to strip a piece by piece of sweet delicacy

Hooking slim arms of brown she kissed him long with a French croquette quest

Straddling hips of slim became the mating song  

Crescendo Crescendo of heat surface room of light until neither thought heard or saw

Grasping a hand of hair he ran kisses of raw hunger down throat of slim

Grabbing her rounded derriere he surged surged repeatedly stroking deep deeper until she screamed in the back of throat for more

Handling her like thistle of no weight he lifted her repeatedly firmly growly deep in his throat

Beautiful he cried I want you again again whenever whenever

Turning her facing the wall he plundered sweet full breast of delight and grinded and plunged until he gushed heatedly within.

 

By Felicia McCaw

 

HUMPTY DUMPTY SAT ON THE WALL

(An erotic rendition)

A cruising and laughing Humpty sat on the wall of long

Spying females of naked he gazed all days of long

Looking neither left or right he gazed with hungry eyes roving curvaceous forms of aplenty

Stroking his engorged rod he sat and watched twining long thoughts of picking a flow to pluck and shower

Hey Humpty they cried fuck you! Fuck you…you fat funky bitch!

Call the guard the fat squash ugly matron with frustrated face of saffron cried

Humpty Dumpty maddened with rage lust anger jumped the wall

Grabbing the matron by hand hunk of hair he straddled her hard plunging deep he extended his

lust greed

Screaming mine mine he fucked hard deep with thoughts of capture he claimed her his and carried her away

Screaming, running the girls cried the matron she and Humpty she and Humpty do something unusual they told the soldiers

Looking long hard they found her not no trace of her clothes or not

Humpty Dumpty sat watched her sleep and creep between legs of firm strong thick boulders of granite they claimed her and rigid as pike

Waking up with slowness she cried as she felt sharp pain of pleasure fill her long

Clutching him to her she shuddered deep with repressed pent up steam

Humpty Humpty she cried Humpty Humpty she cried over over as he filled her mind with sunshine  

By Felicia McCaw

 

THE CURTAILING OF FELICIA

( A POETIC RENDITION OF THE TAMING OF THE SHREW)

A time of quest of deeds Felicia claimed for self and her own

Looking at the mirror at visage of plain she complain not for self or same

Mild of temperament her thoughts roamed dreams of universe wide

Peaceful tranquil she proceeded through life with thoughts of change uppermost in thoughts of strange difference

Coasting without cares she came through scrapes troubles travail with laborious effort wide

Affected change alter her mind to stand against attack foes of many

Antagonistic displays of manhood against the one female who supposed roll as alleged mistake undertakes to survive

Mystery Mystery that common knowledge knows roles are interchangeable by their one as fate portrays ready

Bristle Bristle in the insults flung by avenging foes of female that walked outside the line of supposed rigid call

Attacks of physical violence escalated to limits of exceeded accepted value by socially of legalistic of norms

Caring not this world a pretentious lot of simple unrefined thoughts of anger toward the so-called people of plain not deserving of any accolades of congratulations

Felicia of strong thought motivation disagree the lot of baggage of crock that a man or woman be deemed unworthy of his/her deeds of philanthropy of love of humanity be denied then due to shallow thoughts of attractive façade of lack or agree to concurrence of matter yes or not

Opposition Opposition of the most repelling repugnant type run rampant with malicious slurs slander that crack the crevice of worlds collide with amazement incredulity that a surely a just or hoax is indeed the base of such overwhelming stupidity that even an eye of the needle can be threaded by the Sahara Desert

Gracious Gracious this slur of a being a possible member of plagiarism is deemed amongst others things the most entertaining of entertainment of worlds collide in universe wide small

A writer’s work passion is indeed a truth not a fallacy but an actuality that based on legalness of thought not a truth but could not prevail that a fool’s parade cannot surely jest a full of thought that a maimed injured disabled thoughts are clearer and discern a plot near

Go away claimed the curtailed Felicia for the shadows is indeed a speck but an irascible thought that grinds frustrated that power is lodged against a powerless one of peasancy.

But as quoted the pen stand at hand to state surely I am mighty to plot no to stupid to understand or discern the hate underlined to hurt crush a disabled soul who fights to hold stance not for the one but for the many who wait outcomes of war passages.

Now the look of knowledge sights and wander who likes or not is not the question but the defensible port and for the disabled to look and watch the maiming continue.

 

By Felicia McCaw

 

A CRUEL HOAX

Isn’t that fine indeed a cruelty played again

Mindless fool indeed proven not the fool the fool of sad tomorrow’s plot

Look at reality they claim she be not who we say she be

Special Special that they know not this prentended mindless fool she portray

Seemingly innocent wise yes or no the game is elude elusive be the same

Joke proclaim the gangling of people clamor clamor voice the insidious plot to be victor of spoils fool

Harmless Harmless clamor clamor a pretentious lot to maim the felled

Remembering Not Remembering Not never kick a fellow down

Society of new disregard disregard the unspoken courtesy long

Messenger Messenger is the new allotted title renown to all

Tongue a river of thought to relay sway and fight battles all year of long

Stance Stance repertoire of old  need to defend the same

Bark Bark bite less than harm yet portray the rule of all learned anew

Incredible Incredible that a plot so intrigued could be so cruel and just

Absolute Absolute refine a thought of mine that a past of less become so sublime

Gracious Gracious I adore the trick trade that all adopt abhor

Looking to the right and left life is indeed a gracious thought that some of none want to

become the one

 

By Felicia McCaw  

JACK AND JILL AND JANE WENT UP THE HILL

(An erotic rendition)

One hot summer day Jack and Jill went up the hill of questions

Looking at Jill with seemingly innocent eyes Jack exclaimed

Heres comes Jane with a basket of fruit

Looking up at sky of blue with no tomorrow the trio chattered unceasingly long

Jack with eyes of mischief said Jill have you ever wondered why a stallion mounts a mare?

Jill with huge pansy eyes said “no” Do you know why Jane?

No said Jane but I heard a man say boy he is tearing that shit up.  What does that mean Jack?

Jack rolled in grass laughing loud with him hard and said you shouldn’t repeat that.

Why? Said both in unison.

Jack face became strange and his eyes changed a color of unfathomable deep depths

He said in a voice of seeming long echoes come here he proceeded to show explain why

Jane and Jill listened watch with avid curiosity as he begun to stroke a rod of length

Jack cried as pleasure coasted filled his face and body

Jill and Jane sat and watched with strange unusual feeling roaming

Jack with roguish eyes and hands began to touch rub both Jane and Jill as they squealed rolled in hay of sweet yellow

Jack grabbed both with hands of play that live and dance of life all own

Looking with eyes of wonder he undressed both with kisses of sweet

Languishing in sweet molasses he stroked deep long in petal of summer

Entwined with arms of lovers heavy with sweet repast of organism long bygone of yesterday they slept in warmth of yellow sun

By Felicia McCaw