Per Cod

WEB CAM POEM

all hope is gone
transfixed, lost to the world
he who was is no more
in his place a hollow shell
burnin’, primal desire
last bit of reason, lost for all time
unable to look away
his lips opens slight
in the corner of his mouth,
a drop begin to form
imagine what would be
if the poor lost soul
had seen
not just imagined
the black fishnet stockin’s
‘n’ red garter belt
DAYAM!

Piddi, cod caught in a net… ;-)