A Conversation, Perhaps

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This is what happens when you have writer friends. One minute you're having a conversation and before you know it, it escalates. @seesladen is one naughty human. Awesome writer as well. He's one of the very few people I can have weird conversations with without feeling awkward. He's been away for some time now. Moved city, got this job and abandoned steemit. Well, I intend to drag him back. He likes dragging his feet like an old man.

This is part of a conversation we had. It transformed from a simple chat into an erotic poem. Take a look. It's unedited.

A boy sees the caveat, but knows not how to go around it...
Still a boy wonders... How wild is this wild flower?🌜

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The wildflower survives the tough weather because she's strong
Her wildness comes from somewhere deep within

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Deep within...
Deep...
Buh will a wild flower show a boy a little of this wild side?

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Maybe, if she finds a boy worthy

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A boy can only try...

And a boy will...

What stirs the wild side of this flower...?

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A boy will have to find out for himself
A girl can't answer for him
Subjective as it is
But most importantly...
Will a girl give him the chance?
Again, he'll have to find out

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There's bold...
Yet some may say reckless...

There's subtle...
Yet some may say fear

And there's the mean...
Only it isn't an art, nor a skill... Which is easily mastered...
So a boy will thread softly, yet he'll be bold...

If a flower be wild, which of these arts would she uphold?

A not so clean secret revealed, or a guilty pleasure told?

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Wildflower likes variety, the type that comes from the same source

Yes, she likes bold and reckless

And she appreciates subtle and welcomes the anticipation that comes with it

For she knows a boy well enough to understand it isn't fear

But the desire to please, long and warm, maybe torturous, but the sweet kind

Guilty pleasures? She wouldn't mind

Clean secret? She'll bask in it

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Her interests stirs my loins... And a little boy rises...

Yet a boy holds back, for her he's meant to please...

Tell me pretty flower, of the wild arts in your folder...

Reply with one you'd never lived, yet would love to try...

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As wild as she is, sometimes she wonder if she truly lives

The big and bold, the wild and crazy

Little things of life, pretty as she is

A boy's words makes her center throb, slow and steady

Warm and fluid, ready to try

Yet she holds back not knowing the reason why

Will a boy be patient enough to stay?

Can he handle her wildness when it finally unleashes?

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A boy listens, eyes closed...

He could almost hear her short breaths, heat so...

A boy pauses, his little grows in size...

Big and bold, the moist of her calls for him inside...

A boy wouldn't hold back, he would give as he gets...

He'll handle her wildness, he'll linger on every wet taste...

Of her...

Would she come..
Oh would she cum..?

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Well, well. You can tell me your thoughts now.

Hey, Stranger. You need to come back. It's been way too long.

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