Wild Is the Tale of the West

WILD IS THE TALE OF THE WEST Wild is the tale of the West, Wicked foe put a living soul to rest. Wasted woes was what we witnessed. Held by the hair, he used her head to get a head while he blasted a head. This is the only way he wants to get ahead. A ferocious filatio he coerced her to deliver, Kneeling her down in the boundage of her shiver. Her pleasing him was his pleasure, She succumbed to the perverse pressure And Wild West receives it without measure. Undoubtedly reaching climax, he was cocksure! Phlegm wasted while a true lover waited. In coldblood, her true lover is wasted, Roses shattered in the face of the wild Deadly sins & ruins monumentally piled. The Wild West inhabits rascals and touts. Cowboy needed some "milk" sucked out She's the tool to take him on the esctatic journey, Maybe he's under tonic or feeling horny. At Daylight, daringly dominate someone's daughter, he gripped her hair like being taken for slaughter. Under duress, he nailed her to him As she drank him till his wicked eyes dim. This erotic & chaotic strange love affair, Clashed with a calmness within her fear. Why shouldn't the Roses live peacefully and the death-stained guns buried infinitely? Why shred a true heart but spare the brute? Why cut the stems at the expense of the root? Let good prevail to bring about conquest because Wild is the tale of the West. VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP} Copyright ©? November 2023.