Parallel

The parallel persuasion

Of her passive, pensive lips

Brought him to supplication

For her stroking or her whips

Unadorned by smile or pout

No wicked thoughts belied

But by a gaze that bore no doubt

Was he, her hunger eyed

A chill coursed through the moment’s heat

When she bared her pearly whites

She’ll tear from him the bone and meat

‘Til the next her hunger sights

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