Another For The Biography Of An Unknown Woman - Poem by indira babbellapati
Tender flesh nibbled at
bit by bit by crude rodent-passion
dropped it partially consumed
at the slightest sound...
The petrified flesh in dripping fear
felt as if pulled into a scummy hole
as if thrown into a cold storage
for an unseason consumption...
The night extended its tentacles;
slumbering octopus tightened
its hold on all the limbs
Somehow, the tresses rose in revolt
against stormy gales of desire(?)
The erotic juices flooded
the static night
Distant roar of the wild cats
left a shudder...
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