kfg moore

Textures

Wombs dry up and wither,
But still the quiver of vaginal desire,
Trembles liquid around the questing male,
Or so I'm told.
But old and wrinkled, post-glacial folds,
Raise eyebrows, more than eyelids,
And have the penetration, 
Of a blunt instrument.
 
© kfg moore jan 2002