And naked she walked
In catacombs of the mind.
Dwelling, haunting, persistent with time.

A burgundy hue relentlessly shine.
Draped in satin and sin.
White linen, adorned pale skin.

And naked she deceive.
Dancing in Autumn with acts of treason,
Embracing frigid winds of the season.

Curled fingers gripping a neck
Pacing my port-side deck.
Red heels, a vessel bearing fiction.
Rose cheeks, remorse stricken.