She Came

She came she came she came she came
Came came came came came
She came came came she came came came
She came she came she came
She came upon a summer’s day
She came by morn’s first light
She came within a blustering breeze
She came without a fight
She came in fury, damn the machine
That dare to hold her back
Her anger swelled, temples throbbed
Each thrust a serious attack
She came to everyone’s wild delight
A burst dazzling to their eyes
Stars exploded in sympathy
As the volume sharply cries
She came and blushed
I looked away
Burned as by the sun
She came when no one was watching
And then, as soon, she left
We wondered when she’d been here
And what had turned her on
She came inside a brittle shell
Carefully was brought inside
The demons wailed her ecstasy
Her moan destroyed her pride
She came, she saw, she conquered
Then she came and came again

About David Cain

David Cain, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet - author of Witch, Song of Songs, Journals of Lord Malinov, Erotic Romances and others ...
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