She places a strategic
well placed kiss
on the back of my neck
injecting me with
tranquil poison
just the perfect dose
to keep me comatose
while she devours
all my love.....
Men are the food of gods.....
Ewwww...she sounds like a 'Black Widow'....yuck! ! Great poem though! ! Hugs, Dee
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting last line in this one. The subtext is delicately showered and I liked that. Your style intrigues me Ted.