| Hungers
'ere I sit in my quasimodian bastille. From campaniles I spy suitors who would approach me. Yet from these belltowers I could be Rapunzel releasing locks for all lovers to access me. Though they try, in their sailboats, they will fail. I am elusive; ever hungry, the quintessential tease. My island penitentiary, meant to withhold such a succubus as I, fails to withhold lust from their dreams. This tower of Mother Earth though hold me she does tis not food enough. I would be free to love, to succor, to feed on all the men who yearn for me. �2005 Sandra Elizabeth Johnson Index |
| Picture's Author and Artist Extraordinaire Thomas Barbey |
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