Post by anirbas on May 10, 2008 18:05:04 GMT -6
I sit here, behind a bush.
Pad and pen in hand,
on my tush.
Observing cute, little satyrs,
bounding and cavorting.
Concealed in my screen,
of leafy green secretivity.
What's that? I spy over there?
A being I thought never to see!
Mercy! Mercy me! Oh my stars!
My mind is sent,
reeling and spinning,
and back again!
As a proud Centaur male,
steps boldly-
Nay! Arrogantly!
from the forest, at the edge,
of this vertigreen bespelled glade.
My eyes wide,
flooded with his magnificence,
I think-
surely a finer speciman, such as he,
was never made!
What luck, the happenchance!
To be privy,
to this intimate, otherworldly glance!
Twenty hands high, he stood!
And that was from hoof to wither!
Brawny forearms and biceps,
crossed his lightly furred chest.
Shoulders so wide,
why, my vessicles fluttered inside!
Pitter patter, in a dither!
There's just something about
a male Centaurian!
Pierces the heart of a human woman.
A sharp, stiletto of fear,
for her bodily safety!
And sharper, still, longing...
Especially, when that
randy Centaur, is stepping out,
from his marely herd, solo.
Further than he aught!
He's the stallion!
He should know!
There, to protect and to serve!
Not meander along, a solitary stag.
His eyes on the horizon.
Thinking, for once,
of absolutely nothing, and no one.
To stumble into a bush!
Staring with green eyes,
surprisedly at him,
at his bumble!
A pad and a pen,
grasped in it's barky twigs...
Wait. No, that's hands!
Yikes! That's me!
-Sabrina.
anirbas
5/5/2005 4:17 PM 2 out of 11
anirbas
4/23/04 2:42 PM 206 out of 255
Toweringly, he stands, over me!
Glaring down, menacingly!
As I look up, up, up!
Neck bending,then bent.
To visually encompass the
heigth and breadth of him!
Now, up close!
Inches,from me!
Plopped in a bush, on my tush.
My only weapon,
a pad of paper and a pen!
I do not flinch!
I dare not look away!
I stare right back, up at him.
A drop of sweat,falling
from the tip of my upturned nose.
To drip.
On my upper lip.
The quivering heat, rising
from my agitated, helpless body.
Strengthens the scent
of my perfume.
And vanilla musk wafts
about and above me.
Drat! Now he will know I am scared!
If I can smell it,
I know, beastly he, can doubly sniff it!
Will he, sensing my fear and confusion,
wrap me on the noggin?
With those Percheron sized hooves?
Giving me a concussion, with a contusion?
In that hushed moment,
in the glen.
Even the satyrs have
laid aside their gamboling.
To stare, at this magnificent creature!
Waiting expectantly,
to see what the Centaur's
next move will be!
I am helpless!
As my mind gins,
racing to free my ass!
Or is it, free my mind,
and my ass will follow?
Somebody help me,
in this emerald hollow!
Drat! What have I yet,
and now, gotten myself into?
Allowing my intellectual curiousity,
to lead me, willy-nilly.
As my rear dragged along
in the vanguard of my thoughts.
Watching a pair of rare, satyrs.
This, now to be my end?
Hauled from a bush
by his long fingered, grasping hands!
Held by my shoulders, powerfully.
A rag doll, held at arms length.
My toes pointing vainly,
to reach terra firma, again.
As we stare at one another.
I, in fright. Stilled, in horror.
He, first, curiously, inspectively.
Then, seductively, introspectively...
Hey, I've seen that look before!
That gleam in the eye, that says:
"I'm going to grab you!
Squeeze the breath out of you
just enough to stun you!
Then, throw you over my broad back.
Off with you, gallop!
And you will be, my willing victim.
Though you will still have
the power of choice!
anirbas
4/23/04 2:58 PM 207 out of 255
To stay the ride of the course,
over which I drag you.
Or let go.
And fall beneath my flailing hooves!"
I still cannot move.
But that leering shine in his eyes,
has brought forth my voice.
"Let me get this straight.
My choices, are death or rape?
Whoa, hoss! Now, just hang on, a dratted minute!
Let's think about this.
Can we talk a second?
Is this really what you want, to do to me?
Rip and tear, or stomp me to death?
For any logical mind can see
with the likes and size of you,
I would be out of my league.
And so would you!
Were you to force me into,
a grapple and a topple!
How's about, you set me down?
And I will share with you, instead,
what's left of my cranberry snapple?
And some wittily, lively conversation?
Isn't that what your really looking for?
Intellectual intercourse?
And that way, neither of us,
would be none the worse.
Especially me!
Throughout our happenchance
meeting's discourse.
Then, you could go back to
being what you do best.
A literal, horse's ass!
And when I finally regain my senses,
and stumble out of here,
back to my world.
In appreciation,
of you magnanimous gesture.
Sparing me, in this glade,
the brunt of your callow,
physical frustrations and yearnings,
for something different...
About you, a poem I will pen!
Maybe, an epic, even!
-Sabrina*
Pad and pen in hand,
on my tush.
Observing cute, little satyrs,
bounding and cavorting.
Concealed in my screen,
of leafy green secretivity.
What's that? I spy over there?
A being I thought never to see!
Mercy! Mercy me! Oh my stars!
My mind is sent,
reeling and spinning,
and back again!
As a proud Centaur male,
steps boldly-
Nay! Arrogantly!
from the forest, at the edge,
of this vertigreen bespelled glade.
My eyes wide,
flooded with his magnificence,
I think-
surely a finer speciman, such as he,
was never made!
What luck, the happenchance!
To be privy,
to this intimate, otherworldly glance!
Twenty hands high, he stood!
And that was from hoof to wither!
Brawny forearms and biceps,
crossed his lightly furred chest.
Shoulders so wide,
why, my vessicles fluttered inside!
Pitter patter, in a dither!
There's just something about
a male Centaurian!
Pierces the heart of a human woman.
A sharp, stiletto of fear,
for her bodily safety!
And sharper, still, longing...
Especially, when that
randy Centaur, is stepping out,
from his marely herd, solo.
Further than he aught!
He's the stallion!
He should know!
There, to protect and to serve!
Not meander along, a solitary stag.
His eyes on the horizon.
Thinking, for once,
of absolutely nothing, and no one.
To stumble into a bush!
Staring with green eyes,
surprisedly at him,
at his bumble!
A pad and a pen,
grasped in it's barky twigs...
Wait. No, that's hands!
Yikes! That's me!
-Sabrina.
anirbas
5/5/2005 4:17 PM 2 out of 11
anirbas
4/23/04 2:42 PM 206 out of 255
Toweringly, he stands, over me!
Glaring down, menacingly!
As I look up, up, up!
Neck bending,then bent.
To visually encompass the
heigth and breadth of him!
Now, up close!
Inches,from me!
Plopped in a bush, on my tush.
My only weapon,
a pad of paper and a pen!
I do not flinch!
I dare not look away!
I stare right back, up at him.
A drop of sweat,falling
from the tip of my upturned nose.
To drip.
On my upper lip.
The quivering heat, rising
from my agitated, helpless body.
Strengthens the scent
of my perfume.
And vanilla musk wafts
about and above me.
Drat! Now he will know I am scared!
If I can smell it,
I know, beastly he, can doubly sniff it!
Will he, sensing my fear and confusion,
wrap me on the noggin?
With those Percheron sized hooves?
Giving me a concussion, with a contusion?
In that hushed moment,
in the glen.
Even the satyrs have
laid aside their gamboling.
To stare, at this magnificent creature!
Waiting expectantly,
to see what the Centaur's
next move will be!
I am helpless!
As my mind gins,
racing to free my ass!
Or is it, free my mind,
and my ass will follow?
Somebody help me,
in this emerald hollow!
Drat! What have I yet,
and now, gotten myself into?
Allowing my intellectual curiousity,
to lead me, willy-nilly.
As my rear dragged along
in the vanguard of my thoughts.
Watching a pair of rare, satyrs.
This, now to be my end?
Hauled from a bush
by his long fingered, grasping hands!
Held by my shoulders, powerfully.
A rag doll, held at arms length.
My toes pointing vainly,
to reach terra firma, again.
As we stare at one another.
I, in fright. Stilled, in horror.
He, first, curiously, inspectively.
Then, seductively, introspectively...
Hey, I've seen that look before!
That gleam in the eye, that says:
"I'm going to grab you!
Squeeze the breath out of you
just enough to stun you!
Then, throw you over my broad back.
Off with you, gallop!
And you will be, my willing victim.
Though you will still have
the power of choice!
anirbas
4/23/04 2:58 PM 207 out of 255
To stay the ride of the course,
over which I drag you.
Or let go.
And fall beneath my flailing hooves!"
I still cannot move.
But that leering shine in his eyes,
has brought forth my voice.
"Let me get this straight.
My choices, are death or rape?
Whoa, hoss! Now, just hang on, a dratted minute!
Let's think about this.
Can we talk a second?
Is this really what you want, to do to me?
Rip and tear, or stomp me to death?
For any logical mind can see
with the likes and size of you,
I would be out of my league.
And so would you!
Were you to force me into,
a grapple and a topple!
How's about, you set me down?
And I will share with you, instead,
what's left of my cranberry snapple?
And some wittily, lively conversation?
Isn't that what your really looking for?
Intellectual intercourse?
And that way, neither of us,
would be none the worse.
Especially me!
Throughout our happenchance
meeting's discourse.
Then, you could go back to
being what you do best.
A literal, horse's ass!
And when I finally regain my senses,
and stumble out of here,
back to my world.
In appreciation,
of you magnanimous gesture.
Sparing me, in this glade,
the brunt of your callow,
physical frustrations and yearnings,
for something different...
About you, a poem I will pen!
Maybe, an epic, even!
-Sabrina*
