Tuesday, February 25, 2014

fruit an nut

where in the dark she dances ...
her hands twirl between her thighs
she the center of a warm haze

the musk oh the night
a tigress hunting at leisure
an instinctual growl

flap your wings little bird
bask in her glorious kill
blood drenched lips a cereal killer

henna thrilla

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