Thursday, February 20, 2014


Taking eroticism to the edge and barely dipping over, Mona Arizona's poem “Finding Desert Rose”' makes us want more--because we know she generally offers so much more...Discover for yourself how your imagination carries the poem to conclusion


© Mona Arizona, February 2010
All Rights Reserved

Completely surrounded by concrete walls
where ivy climbed eight-feet high
and only George held the key to the
secret gate of the dichotomy of Lenore
the good girl who was seductively bad waited
The man who hunted her like a hungry wolf
entered the sanctuary, reached for her to kiss
this Lolita-esque lady in her low-cut flowery dress
with her pouty, baby face who enticed him while she
drank fresh creamy milk from a dipper, provocatively

claiming “I like it warm with foam on it”
Instantly George felt that the growing length between
his legs was unguarded and asked Lenore
“Is there something you want”
She smiled that seductive smile and responded
“How can I tell you what I want
until I know what you have” then added
“I’m someone you might like to know”
“Do you get lonely here or is milking
that cow good enough for you”

“I’m good at milking and if that’s bad
then I want to be bad; come and play;
keep yourself from being lonely”
In that secret, magical garden Lenore
dipped herself naked into the fountain.
“Feels good” Kneeling behind her, George
massaged her shoulders. “You have
good hands” she whispered and rolled
her head to one side touching his arm
then he cupped and squeezed her full breasts

immediately pulled back “It’s not right” until
she reassured him “What’s wrong; it feels
good to me; does it to you; it’s right if it’s good”
When George protested Lenore added
“I am a good person, but I am a woman, too.”
She held his arm under the water
as he touched her sexually between
her legs and he no longer resisted
and wanting her, bent her forward
over the broadest of the fountain’s walls

Devouring Lenore’s lust yet never
forcing her to do anything, George didn’t
do anything to her that she didn’t
want to happen; what they did was
bound to happen from the moment they met
and when it did, it was good for them both;
they acted as a man and a woman and as animals;
he wanted her; she wanted him; hungry wolves
that tested each other; humans: the man, George,
who traveled through the desert and found

the woman, his desert rose, Lenore, behind the wall