Hors d`oeuvre
by joanie
Posted: Saturday, April 30, 2005 Word Count: 58 Summary: Just a thought as I enjoyed my starter! |
Those huge black eyes
as perfectly formed
as the highest snooker ball.
Gazing at me as I tear
your body apart. Your body
protected against the strongest ocean
fails beneath my hand. Your digestive
system disgusts me, as if I have the right.
A mixture of mayonnaise and ketchup
drowns your last chance
and I sit back, replete.
as perfectly formed
as the highest snooker ball.
Gazing at me as I tear
your body apart. Your body
protected against the strongest ocean
fails beneath my hand. Your digestive
system disgusts me, as if I have the right.
A mixture of mayonnaise and ketchup
drowns your last chance
and I sit back, replete.