Impregnated mind
Stillborn thought
Aroused, darkness calls
Disposed by society
Butchers window attracts
Scent of flesh
Engorged by lust
Breath falters now
Talon finds its prey
Upon swiftest wing
Lust becalmed
Crimson cobblestone weeps
Morning questions
Mourning questioned
Nights passion revealed
Days end close
Unquenchable lust
Darkness calls again
-J.G.Smith (03/24/05)
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