Fifty Shades of Grey
Wild and eccentric
Delicious sin
A naughty pick
A bull with no pen
Only a disk
No real relation
A fantasy twist
Of imagination
Goosebumps formed
Fine hairs erect
Becoming warm
A sensual wreck
Body of brick
Persuasive and stern
Delightfully sick
Passions burn
Smooth brown hair
Camouflage his horns
Convinced it's fair
She bears the thorns
Position of authority
Gives any girl a rush
But without priority
It remains a crush
On the edge of my seat
Heart thumping
A good girl's treat
Throat lumping
The screen went black
Fingers crossed
Mild heart attack
The ending was lost
How could it end
Right in the middle
Wrapped up in the wind
Satisfaction brittle
Slightly livid
Feeling deserted
My heart still amid
The author flirted
Leaving me to decide
What comes next
As though he lied
I'm feeling perplexed
Hungry for more
I try distraction
But I'm still on the floor
Solving this fraction
Perhaps this explains
The best seller label
Audience left in chains
For the few who are able
How clever was he
Giving a thousand endings
Some would agree
The sequel is pending
Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2015
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