Mother Hen
She came with that deviant half frown and half smile
Casting those glances that shoot out searching victims
Caressing untended desires live like sprouting tendrils
Hers was the musty warmth of the resurrecting dew
She drew me into the cloven traps without uttering a word
As I slipped on one of those careless glances and fell headlong
Into the open chasm of her sensual indifference
Flapping as I fell regaled by her haunting laughter
Crying for the safe landing of those peach smooth bosoms
Flailing and falling fast descending into this abyss
Of careless bottomless eyes that hid so much
And yet revealed everything like vultures hovering
Far above carcasses they look like soaring eagles
Save me now mother hen of providence am innocent
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