Rust dust crusts husks
of broken men before
the droop of her pouty lips.

Lust thrusts guts just
in time to feel truly
helpless before those
******* blue eyes.

Blind mind dined fine
on the entrails of
groaning peasants.

Kind grind bind spine
Of the loose backed
Weak kneed man

I still think of her and lament my lack of her….