1.The Serpent
Pensive, she lies alone on her soft feather bed expectant.
Her eyes widely shut, imagining moments wildly exciting.
Serpentine desire contained in the burrow of her mind,
Sneaks out, slithers, snugly coils around her dainty waist.
2.Fact finder's predicament
The fact finding committee at last,
met in silence, in all seriousness,
But each member was found
taking a walk, in a direction different.
Each one's sweet whim, clearly
did reflect in the facts they unearthed.
Reaching a point of convergence,
therefore was not something expected.
Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 5:09 AM UTC
1.The Serpent
Pensive, she lies alone on her soft feather bed expectant.
Her eyes widely shut, imagining moments wildly exciting.
Serpentine desire contained in the burrow of her mind,
Sneaks out, slithers, snugly coils around her dainty waist.
2.Fact finder's predicament
The fact finding committee at last,
met in silence, in all seriousness,
But each member was found
taking a walk, in a direction different.
Each one's sweet whim, clearly
did reflect in the facts they unearthed.
Reaching a point of convergence,
therefore was not something expected.
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