Twisting Further

Noise on the wood steps out back
I hear her
foot falling, in Shades of black.
She’s Striding
Seeing there’s nothing she lacks;
Coming down the darken sprawl,
Cruel Riding,
Of taking them one and all.

Ample bosom for delight,
pale as milk,
Vision that last into night
Leather torso over fills,
legs in silk
panties of the finest frills

Longing fiery eye that kills
Lovers force,
images of her lusting that spills
to the ugly dark hiding
lost of choice,
lost of chance, but still abiding.

Lost fire.

I hear footfalls as they go
quickly passed my door, I know,
Another voice
to her calls, she answers him
Still alone,
Alone as I was before.

Gloom 99

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