Mud Puppy Love Slave

This week, in honor of OneShotWedenesday at OneStopPoetry, I thought I'd have a little fun.  There's really nothing better than a really good party, lots of bodies, lots of dancing, lots of inhibitions lost in the rays of a fantastic light show.  Throw in an awesome DJ, and we've got the perfect little piece to remind us what living is all about.  At least in my humble opinion, for whatever it may be worth.  Please enjoy...

Mud Puppy Love Slave

Drag these tired and weary bones

Through all the muck and mire.

Rip these pure thoughts from my head

And set them all on fire.

Tempt the vows and tempt the fates,

Let's not tell just now.

We can rage in make-believe

And dance and stomp and row,

Through expectations not our own

In mud on bended knees

Serving all in daylight proud

But in the night we please

Each other as our lips caress

Feather light and teasing

In the shadows, stolen touch

Beyond the madness, pleasing,

Back to sun, new day begun

A servant to what's right

Rip these morals from my heart

If only for the nights!

Wicked sinner cast thee down

Into the depths of hell

Wipe that smirk off of your face

It's your soul that you will sell!

I have to laugh as I dance and stomp

And rant and rage and rave

I knew from the start what I was meant to be

Mud Puppy and love slave.

Natasha Head 2011