Peter Pan's Last Play
Each boy was lost,
But together found
A joy in playing
That had no bounds.
At the center,
The boy who ran...
He who inspired
Peter Pan.
They bounded
They thrust
Exploring
In trust.
Hands and mouths,
Bodies entwined,
Juices exploding,
That's what they'd find.
Tootles and Slightly,
Nibs and the Twins,
Curly and Peter,
All closer than kin.
Peter knew how to fly,
But never to swim.
But Tootles in love
Did convince him.
They left behind clothes
And the sleeping boys,
As Tootles enticed him
Acting so coy.
They crept to the pond
Clad only in skin.
Where Tootles convinced him
To jump on in.
They kissed and touched
In ways vicars called sin.
Those liars had bedded
Their fair share of men.
Excited, enticed
At this illicit adventure,
Peter waded in
Going further and further
Tootles soon followed,
His mouth and his member.
One dry despite water,
One hard wanting render.
Peter soon gave him
Pleasures he'd dreamed
In water and splashing
Holding back joyous screams.
But careless abandon,
Though wondrous to feel,
Can soon lead to ruin.
Beware such zeal.
For Peter did panic
In waters so deep
His head filling with water
Tootles unaware half asleep.
And so one was lost
And the other dismayed.
Holding his lost love,
The Lost Boy was not brave.
And so they did lie,
Both lost to the sea.
Peter the Captain
And Tootles his Smee.
About this poem
Inspired by a friend's challenge to write an erotic interpretation of the story of the death of Michael Llewellyn Davies, who was part of the inspiration for Peter Pan, with his presumed lover, Rupert Buxton.
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Written on November 19, 2022
Submitted by JaredKairel on November 19, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | AXBX CDXD EFBF XGBG HXCI JKLK XXKX XIKI XIEX XCIC XCCC KXBX MNIN XOCO AXLX JHMH |
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Closest metre | Iambic dimeter |
Characters | 1,345 |
Words | 294 |
Stanzas | 16 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4 |
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