Treats From the Alleyway
I look to fetch
She lives in shadow
wearing only grief
our lust is shallow
the place convenient
church for the sinful
the smell fowl
her legs weak
her hair pulled back
her throat
soft
cut
lost
Copyright © Bias Fields | Year Posted 2011
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