Chain links once more

Tracing circles around
protuberances
Idly stoking the
girl as He ponders semantics

language is so slight a thing
Sounds convey more
sibilant hisses of acquiescence
throaty growls of hunger
whimpering mewls of
surrender and husky
voices of cravings unrequited
still
all at the edge
and Wanting

Hears indrawn breaths
which speak of truths she
never wanted revealed
yet reading her as he
does What does that
portend for her
in the path


Words given voice
Sounds forming shapes
Swimming mists flocking lights
unknown treadways taken slightways


Pull back look into eyes, vapid
Chomp hard
directly
Wanting the rush, gouts of fluid
He takes from her
Drinks deep Feed.