in the obstinate realm
of flightless thought,
a man may lay down
finding all muscles non compliant,
he had a chance
that possibility to extract
a thought chick from the nest,
without down stark uninteresting
pallid pink nothing
with voracious appetite,
cast away
all limits remain,
lust , love and desire
three traps set for him
all ensnaring,
have caught him
escape an alternative
only accomplished with thought,
yet he could not think,
each entice
her whisper,
a touch upon bare flesh,
the merest smile,
beguiled, her medusa words
turn flesh to stone,
marble for her own touch
contoured to her own wanting
it was her savor,
not his
a phallic model of molecular degeneration,
reduced to base instincts and constructs,
he was for her
and her alone
velvetmedia 
That was pretty ballsy, Chris! I approve this message!
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Isn’t it amazing what three little words bring about ~ great, the way you’ve incorporated them here Chris.
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It certainly is was written at 5 am and i had a raging headache but it just seemed to fall into place, and thank you again Polly have a great day
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