Frottage in the Cottage<\/b><\/p>\n
No mere glass could dare suffice
\nFor toasts of Season’s Cheer
\n‘Tis jug and box of Gallo wine
\nBefore I draw you near<\/p>\n
My red-stained mouth makes me look like
\nSome sated woodland beast
\nThough belly filled and senses dulled
\nThis wolf has yet to feast<\/p>\n
For though the hearth with amber glow
\nWarms all within the room
\nFrigidity inside your heart
\nMakes it feel like a tomb<\/p>\n
You treat my touch, my rubs, my gropes
\nLike some atrocity
\nNot even my most heartfelt slap
\nCan bring you back to me<\/p>\n
I know you wish to spurn my love
\nGo running for the door
\nIt’s only fair I let you know
\nOf all that lies in store<\/p>\n
‘Tis many miles through the snow
\nUntil the nearest town
\nBeware of Jack Frost’s famished heart
\nHis love will hunt you down<\/p>\n
His chill will numb and sap your strength
\nI know the way he’s sinned
\nSo shall you, he’ll part your thighs
\nWith scythe-like wintry wind<\/p>\n
And when you’re found by passers by
\nI have no doubt they’ll say
\n“What a tortured, selfish face
\nShe’s better off this way”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Frottage in the Cottage No mere glass could dare suffice For toasts of Season’s Cheer ‘Tis jug and box of Gallo wine Before I draw you near My red-stained mouth makes me look like Some sated woodland beast Though belly filled and senses dulled This wolf has yet to feast For though the hearth with … Continue reading A Poem Inspired by the Art of Thomas Kinkade<\/span>