Lunar Petal 14: The Paradox

She’s the rapid winds of the storm,

The earth-rattling roar of the thunder,

When you see her coming, sound the alarms,

Pray to your savior; find the nearest shelter,

I’ll tell you now she’s a powerful force of nature.


She’s the peace on a clear summer night down by the riverside,

You cannot claim her; she can’t be tamed,

The saccharine aroma of grandma’s warm sweet potato pie,

The last in the chamber to the brain

She’s the cool draft in the heat, she’ll go last just make sure you eat

The wild bird you try to cage

I’ll tell you now don’t be fooled; she’s the nightmare when you sleep,

The gospel in the church on hell’s flames

But the daydream under the shade of a Magnolia tree,


She’s the gravity of Earth,

The mother to the land,

A woman with a goddess’ worth

The wrath of Gods hand,

A woman of refined taste,

She’ll wrap her fingers lovingly in your locs,

Then pull to show you your place.

I’ll tell you now this woman is a paradox to my sanity,

I pray she’ll never change.

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Amir Holloway aka DatGuy

I am a poet, writer, and self-published author of the new Anthology of poems and erotic shorts stories Sex with Luna. A big nerd, but hopeless romantic, I have spent most of my time reading while writing poetry and sensual shorts of my daily adventure in life! Currently, I am working on my first novel Rose Red, Snow White, that's heavily influenced by Zane and Stephen King (My two Favorite authors of all time).

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