Hope
In rampant destruction cities over run by the sea,
On high ground she tames to love the ones still alive.
The helicopters move with in the dark war clouds looking;
For survivors from the holocaust that plagues the earth.
Some that survive are jungle women on the mountain slopes,
Digging for food in the under growth of wild green bushes,
Together they compliment each other in their searches;
With longing she holds the reptile to learn she is alive.
Forsaken the humanity collapses around her,
Enjoys his supple moist body trailing over her naked skin,
Waking to the joy, like a man’s hand crushing her softness.
Wishes for the lords’ intervention to end her ordeal:
Yonder behind the lone big boulder a young boy watches;
Wondering if she was a worthy suitable match for him?
Picture Prompt Ref:-
http://hebuss.free.fr/img/bw4/boris_vallejo_bw_neverseeneveragain.jpg
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