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

 

JACK AND THE BEANSTALK

AN EROTIC RENDITION

Once a day had passed relayed the sad routine of old

Jack thoughts spinned pinned and played mom relayed a fool be a fool you be

Peddler of age and sad came with beans of magic

Jack being a person of no complete thought gave receipt of all funds away

Looking frustrated he relayed to mom his quest of lust for lady to be his only

Jack renderings of tales of wicked play heard from men of old he say mom over and over today

Learn Learn he say demand his petulant play of wishes assuage his mind sway

Mom chastising swiftly say no manipulation of manhood everyday wish dad hear to alter your play

Again Again she say fool fool no food no food at all

Money gave away by son of hot loins she tell neighbor later in day of his wicked wicked play

Looking concerned and supportive Maude applauded her share of thoughts of son’s behavior and how to stay

Claiming starvation starvation his mother lamented over over over

Jack wishing to stall the cry of sorrow claim he beg meat and bread from neighbor hill below

Maude Maude he cry beg may I for mom claim fool I be

Looking under eyelashes of heat his eyes coasted over breast of full voluptuousness

Taking liberties not granted his hand coasted over tips of proud and ass of round

Pushing with indigence and flushed anger Maude deny deny this advance of sullen bold rush

Teaching her with full lips pout Jack strutted thoughts of hot loins protrude his grasp of grind on hips wide full

Swaying his mind he parade his advance of know she want him so

Loudly she charged him with thoughts of rejection she berate him swift hard

Giving breath to thought of received gift of need he gave his bundle of free to mom in place to still look of anger

Planting seeds of seemingly little worth he left the soil fertile

Creeping after a time of two hours past he watched through window splinter of love portrayed hot

Lustful thoughts originated solid and long compelled his action of wrong

Entering quick he touched Maude firmly rubbed plucked at her flesh of soft

Laughing softly he investigated his leisure deep and long

Being singular of mind his thought portrayed his will of fresh coupling desire soon

Creeping away on feet of swift soft he left as came

Behold Behold a vine of gigantic proportion escaped the Earth of sky part

Climbing pace set by reach he gained foot by foot

Looking past by past he saw a castle of extreme beauty far wide

A door of extreme large proportion of wide of 20 feet before saw Jack he

Crawling through flap of discovery Jack gained entrance to castle foyer and began exploration interior inside

Hearing music of unusual beauty he saw notes of music float in air consisting of gold extreme

Jack grasped one from air and bit a flavor of sweet monetary gold

Grasping bag of burlaps he followed note after note and filled his mind with dreams

Coming to the end of passage he behold a woman of youth, beauty sweet

Calling in a voice of curiosity he asked what is your name?

Melody she replied in a voice of harmony honey beguiled her he

Melody Melody cried Jack wish that I could have you help me with a quest dear to my heart and below

Melody replied innocent as day I’ll help all I can

Jack coming closer closer looked at Melody special hot

Look he said with a smirk deceptive wolfish grin allow me the pleasure of delight

By Felicia McCaw

MEMOIRS OF A SCANDAL THAT BECAME THE WOMAN

Coasting through sordid days and nights the memories played long hard
Tears of pain sorrow ricochet through innocent should reaching for new morrow
Eyes closed hand leaned against forehead weary stressed began
Wondering with thoughts of lightening flashes
She watched sorrowfully how did this scandal flicker flashed
Crashing through hidden nuances innuendo stamp feet of insulted patience
Sighing sighing surely not surely not she exclaimed me disbelief written from edge of
day to rivers of tomorrow
Nonentity unknown now the infamous so-called villain of never told a tale before
Infamy Infamy without logical rational thought marched her reputation of alleged unearned
worth
Spinning 360 degrees she watched the tale unfold reveal the crazy ludicrous thoughts
that she question she be and say not I
Committed without trial she inwardly watch tales of vision march step across lids of heavy
Reflecting on reflections she spinned thought after thought mind of keen
Too Many Too Many opponents of vicious tongues weave spin webs of deceit revolve
dance deceitfully interwoven
Not Her Not Her exclaimed her horrified mind surely not believe such treachery lay
beneath surface of thin flake
Joke Prank she say this can't be that infamy unearned became a memoir of scandal that
challenged a woman dear long
Shaking head from left to right she say fame fame use it anyway will she earned or not
Leverage of trust began the lady of scandal begun with fresh start of life
Brighter tomorrow will cast sun of fortune to fulfill dreams of will

By Felicia McCaw