Written by m ennenbach

feast

she awoke
in her satin lined bed
as the sun set softly
to the west
her first thought
as eyes snapped open
was that of
hunger
desire
need

she rose
her diaphanous
white gown
streaming
in the cool breeze
behind her

down
the rough hewn stone
lined passages
she moved
bare feet
making no sound
on the thick rugs
beneath her

she could sense them
slowly winding down
in the village below
tired
from another day
of tending
the fields

a faint smile
devoid of warmth
crossed her pale cheeks
as the tip
of her pink tongue
ran along
her lips
her teeth
her hands
running along
the lithe frame
beneath the thin fabric
nipples hard
muscles tensed

soon
she would
feast

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