Anand Bose

GraphynthGraffiti
2002-11-05 09:52:58 (UTC)

Snail Woman

Found the Snail, early in the morning, transfixed to


some whirl wind of gaze hardly knowing that the looker


has a hard on.


Touched, and felt the wet of sticky dew flavouring


and itch of pleasure- deifintely sweeter and better


than some idiot womans prejudices of so many assumptions


behind her every touch.

In Intimacy its difficult to be pure and spontaneous,


its also equalleasy to built it along the lines


of the mask - the one of pure artifice.

Its easy to touch lipstick, and feel its turgid sense of colour;

its so difficult to feel the warmth of what is lacking as what


is available.