Pure White Heat

Hunger Awakens Inward As A Reaching Rumble Cascades

Toward Flicking Ears Sniffing Scents While Vibration Throbs Over

Musk Smell Of Sticky Humid Heat Hangs In Moist

Rediness As My Magnet Pulls Softly Toward Your Tingle of

Burning Brightness Blurs Reason and Grows To An

Anticipation Blush of Locking Eyes Then Leap Leaving

Reason For The White Heat Of Hunger




Jim © 1997


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