Volume 2 Number 3

MYTHOLOG

Summer 2004



Legs

Julian Lamarck

Her bite was hard but gentle,

coming in the throes of passion.

Hands held down above his head,

the warmth at his neck quickened his blood.

Arching over him, she slid her legs around his back,

wrapping him in sucking, silky sex.

When he came, she smiled,

moaned, and pushed softly at his chin.

She looked at the clock when the phone rang.

When she bit off his head,

the shock made his body shake.

He never felt the venom or knew

how an appetizer is supposed to make love.


Illustration by Mike "Warble" Finucane


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