Tender flesh nibbled at <br />bit by bit by crude rodent-passion <br />dropped it partially consumed <br />at the slightest sound... <br />The petrified flesh in dripping fear <br /> <br />felt as if pulled into a scummy hole <br />as if thrown into a cold storage <br />for an unseason consumption... <br />The night extended its tentacles; <br />slumbering octopus tightened <br />its hold on all the limbs <br />Somehow, the tresses rose in revolt <br />against stormy gales of desire(?) <br />The erotic juices flooded <br />the static night <br />Distant roar of the wild cats <br />left a shudder...<br /><br />indira babbellapati<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/another-for-the-biography-of-an-unknown-woman/
