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Den of the Wolf - Lair of the Fox 1967 Gin and seven with a twist of lime music and dancin’ loses track of time eighteen and hot to trot - beautiful horses and wild, wild, women is what Kentucky’s got. No one could tell her she was playin' with fire, drinkin’ and dancin’ was her only desire. Little did she know what she was gonna lose, it happened so fast,there was no time to choose. Innocent enough it was at the start the booze made it easy, to go pretty far, but “No” didn’t stop him nor did a shove, he was damned determined they were gonna make love. His body was heavy, she couldn’t get out,from underneath, his torrent of kisses, the hot taste of his mouth, his touch on girlish skin woke the jungle drumming rhythm coursed through her blood, a release she had never known, let her give in; put out as he pinioned her arms over her head. After the session, he laughed when she beat her fists on the wall and cried tears of gin that she was indeed a virgin; “what had he done to her?” His reply was still laughing "Nothing you didn't want baby." He said that she had lied. No one could move like she did and not know the score; not even a dancer, then he told her to shower before the blood hit the floor. In white linen dress, she stood in the tub watching cold water rivlets rinse the semen and virginal blood down her silk stockin’ legs and she knew in her mind, she was no better now than if she’d been a whore. She’d been told long hundreds of times what virginity and that hymen were worth and she cried tears of remorse at her bloody, gin soaked reward. It was her fault, she’d damn well been told, he was an incredible wolf in stylish sheep’s clothes. The date had ended, there’d be no more games, this one situation had changed her life and self worth forever, she would never be the same. How could she live with such a soul stained from knowledge so un-carnally gained? |
This Poem was Critiqued By: marilyn terwilleger On Date: 2004-07-31 15:38:33
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.29412
Hi Jana,
Outside of the fact that this piece is very well written and the rhyme is musical,
it carries a message that cannot be denied. As I read the words my heart frelt sad
for this girl...she got caught up in an adult game before she was ready. She could not
deny her body and the urges that lurked there and in a moment of passion she let herself
enjoy the act and viewed herself with loathing afterh it was over. This poem reveals
your talent for story telling and to do it in perfect rhyme is quite a feat. In todays
world there are far less virgin brides and the odd part to me is that no one seems to
care....but in the case of your girl she did care. I sincerely hope, if this is a true
story, that she can forgive herself and realize that she is not a bad person. I really
enjoyed reading this story...and have done so several times!
Blessings...Marilyn