she arches her back
like a cat
and lets out
a yawn, followed
by, I'm hungry.
feed me, slave boy.
which makes you
throw a black grape
across the room
towards her open
mouth. it misses,
hitting her eye.
which makes
her scream, ouch.
splattering juice
down her cheek.
it's going to
be a long night
with Cleopatra
lite.
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