Through the witching hour she cries
Veiled stories flood her mind
swept by mellifluous tones of lust
Still, conscience breaks through her skin
Traces of fingertips and lips
patterned on her supple skin
Yet her mind wanders; mistakes,
longing to touch the bottom
a bottomless abyss of sins
Sep 12, 2020
Sep 12, 2020 at 11:39 AM UTC
Through the witching hour she cries
Veiled stories flood her mind
swept by mellifluous tones of lust
Still, conscience breaks through her skin
Traces of fingertips and lips
patterned on her supple skin
Yet her mind wanders; mistakes,
longing to touch the bottom
a bottomless abyss of sins
