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...;-)

©Copyright April 25, 2005 by Per Cod

This poem is a response to Stood Up
©Copyright April 24, 2005 by Faye Sizemore