The snout was occupied, <br />just plowing over ground <br />that had been plowed before. <br />No truffles could be found, <br />though roots would do. <br />Treasured for all their juiciness, <br />exotic tastes and fragrant musk. <br /> <br />This life, she thought, it could have been <br />in circles of a better class. <br />And then she dreamed, <br />watched by the fading stars <br />and other planets of a distant world, <br />she dreamed a woman's dream <br />and wrapped herself from head to toe <br />into the most exquisite ambience <br />of lust. It was the colour of blue velvet.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blue-velvet/
