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# Adultiad
- URL: https://www.hawkword.com/poetry/adultiad/
- Published: 2022-07-30T12:00:00.000Z
- Updated: 2022-07-30T12:00:00.000Z
- Description: There he comes, her winged lover though the pair's yet to discover the real pleasures of the flesh...
- Author: A. Gee
- Tags: Poetry, Allpoetry Import, #Import 2026-04-25 19:56

There he comes, her winged lover  
though the pair's yet to discover  
the real pleasures of the flesh...

As he labors to enmesh  
the young maiden with his swagger  
she has yet to acquiesce  
or take measure of his dagger  
nor will she take off her dress...

Hopes, once high, begin to crumble  
but the angel, far from humble  
won't abandon his new quest  
and proceeds with ample zest...

"Will you not look at my scepter?"  
She is tempted, but what kept her  
from exploring nether regions --  
her upbringing and religion --  
stays her hand, and she won't forage  
and the angel, losing courage --  
it no longer flies, his mast  
feels defeated, at the last.

His serenity thus shattered  
feeling fallen and quite battered  
he prepares to leave his idol  
but what's this?? No longer idle,  
her lips sampling his horn  
(mom had said there's little danger  
he's in luck, our handsome stranger)  
and his timber thus reborn...

As she labors on his orchard  
(don't we all wish to be tortured,  
just like him, then fall to slumber,  
but the maiden's taste for lumber  
was apparently developed  
and so as her lips enveloped  
quite refusing to relent  
and he stays a monument)...

Ivory skin next to his olive  
and the pieces that protrude  
(we won't mention or include)  
sending waves of carnal pleasure  
and he thinks, "oh, she's a treasure"...

Stars abandoned constellations  
and eclipses lost their place  
but the pair and their relations  
still continued at this pace,  
till the angel's patience burst  
(it is possible he cursed)  
in the end, what's not to like  
and they both felt lightning strike.

(your forgiveness, gentle reader,  
if you find the writing craven  
led here by the contest's leader,  
quothed to me by an old raven)

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**Author notes:** dagger crumble abandon scepter forage mast serenity idol horn timber orchard slumber monument ivory olive forgiveness raven constellations eclipses