Clawed her locks and pulled it back,
The other pressed on her neck.
The scent of whiskey and perfume
Swayed in sinister moves.
He tried with all his ‘ man powers’
In his words to ‘ tame the beast ‘.
The indifferent placidity on her face
No tint of color
Made him flounder.
Unable to take the sly smirk
Born in her eyes
He buried her face in the pillow.
What harm could this puny being
Cause to her
When her ‘self’ is wandering somewhere
In the Forest of Delirium?
She laughed like mad!