A Light Is Born

A Light Is Born

A Chapter by Ana Papaya





He was no charming prince


nor was he a dashing knight


but night is when he came


clothed in tender darkness


to push open her legs


like a book and gaze


upon milky white pages that lay


open wide as the eyes that held him


begging for him to spill his story deep inside her


planting a seed that would grow into an epic tale


of the night


a light was





© 2020 Ana Papaya

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I really like how you slowly make climax at this poem . It's start like seductive jazz improvisation and then you make simply statement . The light is born from making and creation of love. It's almost like creation of whole universe. I enjoyed .

Posted 9 Months Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ana Papaya

9 Months Ago

Such a beautiful comment. :) Thank you!

9 Months Ago

You welcome , You deserve it.
This is a poem where there is no one that is perfect in the union. The perfection lay only in the result of the union. It's a beautiful thing. OK, maybe not in most porn. I think the metaphors you used were nice and not vulgar in anyway. This is a really good poem that hasn't seen much love. That's sad. I hope it gets more reviews in the future. BTW, it looks almost like a shape or object poem. Am I crazy?

Posted 2 Years Ago

Ana Papaya

2 Years Ago

Thanks CD. For the awesome comment. As for the shape. I gave up. I was going to make a ballerina... read more
CD Campbell

2 Years Ago

No I think you succeeded. It looks like a ballerina who has been decapitated
Ana Papaya

2 Years Ago

Wouldn't be the first girl to lose her head over a guy I guess. :)
upon milky pages, I love that line.

Posted 4 Years Ago

Ana Papaya

4 Years Ago

Thank you very much.

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Added on September 16, 2016
Last Updated on August 29, 2020


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