Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

the hole in her head
had a claw like thing wrapped
like a little gift
from a jealous witch
inside her pleasure
whenever she was about to reap the benefits of contact
this place would hear her joy
the claws would tighten
pain would ensue
for this she had closed the door
when she did open again
the pleasure came
right on through
soon
the pool would ripple with her contented laughter

but not before she dreamed awake

Very good poem.