The Feminine Untamed

Perhaps the red between my legs

Is not a punishment

Nor a consequence of 

Owning my desires

It is instead evidence

A warning to those

Who dare think to 

Take my desire

Partake in the flesh between my legs

And beg me for the taste

You are petrified

Of my gaping mouth

Get on your knees

And worship at the altar

Of my desire

Beg me for release

My forbidden fruit

Is a wound to those

Who know no better

Foolish are those

Who dare forsake my desire

Do not take

That which I do not give

If you dare punch a hole

Through my core

My teeth will come out

You are consumed

You the monster with a deformed rod

Me with teeth

And a grip with vengeance

That will break the rod that dare invade

I do not need you

To become whole

But you will beg me

To make you feel

Feel the paradise

Between my legs

Satisfy the need

That courses in you

Drown in me

About the Author

Erica Bentley is a senior English major who hopes to pursue her passions in writing and spends her time reading and being existential.