(not exactly erotic not exactly not ; )
Her stare could pierce.
Where did she go now,
Her strong voice, wild and fierce.
Buried here beneath the bills,
Endless daily drudgery,
Children wailing shrill.
Silent scream into the pillows,
Hiding, fear and fracture,
A private dance only he knows.
Caged and stalking, patiently waiting,
She’s lying near broken,
Ferocious and shaking.
At her keeper’s golden feet,
Begging for more than,
Simple release.
7.6.06
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