|Reginald Southey Lewis Carroll (1857) Fair Use|
I like my ladies thin, very thin,
skeletal one might say.
(One’s chuckling at one’s humour here,
what a *card one is and some might even dare a cad!)
I like my ladies thin, very thin.
One’s want of flesh is not between the sheets
rather that of between the teeth, all rip and tear,
blood dribbling down my yearning chin as one bites
through the tenderist of the most purest fairest skin,
ravishes the thrill of gore of blood and flesh and gristle,
spilling lovingly from my lovely wanting maiden.
(I daresay you might think one odd,
but mine is an all consuming passion!)
And now she naught but bones,
refashioned she is in skeletal form, born again she is,
she mine all mine for I like, no I love my ladies thin.
*Card: (old-fashioned informal) a funny or strange person.
Kerry at Real Toads has us writing an ekphrastic poem inspired by the photograph above. Brilliant challenge Kerry – loved it!