Appetite

Grasp

Ever tight

Fuelled by,

Weathered hands

Travel

Hills and valleys

Of Flesh

Bone and,

Hunger

For intent

As passion

Burns scents of,

Remorse

Fills

The air

Choking

On thin

And thick,

Hair

Flows rivers

Of,

Sweat

Drips down

Her spine,

Bends

And Beckons

From,

Power held

Within ones

Grasp.

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