Tender limbs quiver,
as bewhiskered slithers.



. . . giving in to the caver;
. . . retreating to the burrower:



quavering,
mewling,



while abandoning morals
and relinquishing principles–



helplessly conceding to an ache that dominates;
feebly letting love and hate collide–



as two ravenous give in
to a passion burning deep inside.