Grasshopper

In desert dunes where Bedouin would share the presence with beautiful blond ladies drinking black tea and smoking ash and her jumping among them once, twice, thrice, till...' chap', under his left foot. Wonderful and mesmerizing the insect jumping in the dry land where nothing else there was more than straws burned by the hot sun. The shade was darkening the view. The grasshopper was not alone, there were some people missing them while jumping. Ops ops. That noise from their mandibular apparatus. How noisy they were, but not more the bunch of insects than the humans trying to avoiding smash them on the ground, superior as they thought to be. Their tasty leg was used for making dinner. The crew of wild guys took them and eaten, ferocity, the savage was their predation and consumption of that bloody meat. Sex after dinner, after drunken that blood, irony, dark, but sublime on their skin. Flowing onto their bodies, soft, for keep eating also their women, till vomiting them back.