Saturday, 4 April 2009

untitled - Jessica Butler

you
lick my furred
wound like
a cat cleaning
its coat - no,
a cat tasting
its prey - and
I tremble like a
petrified mouse
quivering
under your
tongue-touch --
a terrible seizure
of pleasure.
cat hurls the
mouse up, it
arcs down, it
lands and
you swallow it
whole.

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