A Conversation, Perhaps

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?🌜

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

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

Maybe, if she finds a boy worthy

A boy can only try...

And a boy will...

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

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

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?

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