Feet shuffle on snow Frozen concrete below He pulls her so slow Crimson trail to follow The beautiful night Starlit and bright Was never alright
Tag: night
“Roses in Scripts”
Body slowly submerging in bath Although mind festers wrath That’s not todays’ path His mind does the math. If decision comes forth for today They’ll
“Mischief lust behind the counter”
This makes all so dirtied… Sullied finger one by one enter the hot personal space. It’s hot here, wet, her breathing abrupt. Music is loud,
Pitch Me Not
Eyes so deep, holding greatness in them, moving heart and making you succumb. He is the one to possess the knack for making you listen,
“Encore” the game
Climb down again, fall like a log, Expecting night to flow.. Another turn, another day We’re doomed again to draw.
