Eunectes Murinus
By Anna Marie
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Weather torn and mangled,
escapism eludes her thought
as she slithers,
slithers back to his touch.
The aghast expression, the regional disclaimer,
desperate requests – ignored.
She’s wound up, pulsing.
No feelings restrained as she launches;
clinging to his warmth with scissored legs.
A sigh,
awesome relief,
a refreshing wave of gratitude
graces her; his stoic frame heavy
beneath her.
She embraces him, her whole body
entangling him, constricting.
He lies like a stone beneath her;
quiet, empty, vacant – a void.
Her fingers trace his outline, discovering
sites so often overlooked…stroking
the fire of her passion
as she tightens.
He’s a sinking rock
beneath her,
plummeting.
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Beautifully written and a
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Mark Heathcote Loved this
Mark Heathcote
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Gorgeous poem, haunting and
LauraW
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