Wild Child (Patreon)

You still think of her once in a while

Now that your married

With kids

And dogs

And a lovely lady

Parents approved

And you love her

Because she’s lovely

But sometimes on the full moon

Or when you feel an unexpected warm breeze

You reminisce

The one that left bite marks

With messy hair

Covered in sand and bruises

Unapologetically untamed

Always naked Always singing

Living a revolution

Always finding some solution

To the problem she likely caused

She was the blessing and the curse

The only cure

The only woman left

So raw and pure .:.