Her Name Was Megan
Her Name Was Megan
(This is the first ode I wrote based on a person I never met, it was based on the little I knew about her and her instagram profile, Megan loved it.)
Her name was Megan, wild and free,
She hailed from the land down under far beyond the sea.
But when I met her, she roamed afar,
In Thailand’s land of sun and stars.
Her long hair, darker than the night,
Moonlight kissed, bathed in light.
Etched in ink, her body told,
Stories of love, of pasts untold.
Each line, each shade, a tale to trace,
A journey carved upon her grace.
Her smile, a trap you never saw,
Until you fell in silent awe.
More than beauty, deep inside,
A spirit vast, untamed, untried.
She burned into your memory bright,
Left you restless late at night.
She wore her dress off shoulder bare,
A tease of art, of skin so fair.
A whisper’s path, a longing glance,
To soft lips that left you in a trance.
The innocent were drawn, beguiled,
By eyes that danced, both fierce and wild.
Among the waves, the earth, the trees,
She moved with nature’s tranquil ease.
She held the sun within her hands,
Beneath her touch, all life would stand.
From elephants to monkeys all things small,
Her love embraced, she cradled all.
She knew the night, she knew the thrill,
No glass unraised, no high left still.
Through Phuket’s lights and Phi Phi’s waves,
She danced through dreams the boldest crave.
Wrapped in laughter, lost in sin,
A ladyboy’s arms or bar girls' grin.
For Megan’s nights were never tamed,
Each dawn arose with memories flamed.
By day, on golden sands she lay,
A goddess carved in light’s embrace.
Her bikini, coyly hiding grace,
Yet still revealing just a taste.
At night, she played, a siren free,
Capturing hearts through imagery.
A teasing shot, a playful game,
For whispers sent still fed the flame.
And as the scissors sheared away,
Locks that fell capturing dreams in play,
A new adventure formed in mind,
Who next would she seek, who next would she find?
For Megan, is more than what you see,
A wonder lost to destiny.
In flowered baths, her heart remains,
A love untamed, yet bound by chains.
Her heart still to be captured,
A spirit fierce, yet soft and true.
She moves like fire, wild and free,
As she soars she leaves secrets in the sea.
And though she roams, untamed, unfurled,
Megan is the 8th wonder of the world.
