Lust Thrust Thursdays: Song of the Oyster Girl

/ Queen Mob
She’d lie in wait with her arms around a gigantic pearl / and then emerge in a veil making the birth / of Venus look like a schoolgirl waiting for the bus.

Poem: Rita Mookerjee

/ Queen Mob
An apple keeps its / bones clustered in dense flesh, so / it’s strange to think of / the red pulp in my teeth