Gnash
I eased in bed,
she began to fed,
I felt warm melons,
she started growing talons,
as I soothed on cherries,
she made me wary,
it was her teeth,
that had gnashed,
and sunk in a hungry crash,
I diengaged and made a dash.
Copyright © Shishir Gupta | Year Posted 2008
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