moiya{Myst}
The
creator created woman to please the eye and to trouble the mind.
24 year old kajira,
wandering lost for many months has at last found her home in the
Horned Bosk
Tavern.
moiya
The softness
from you radiates
The quiet demeanor
captivates
Never seeming
weak
Belied by the
blush upon your cheek
A glimpse of
desire’s flame
It was just
here, now hidden again
Mischief is
part of who you are
You don’t seem
to let it out too far
The sweetness
you hide not too well
The desire is
there truth to tell
Delighting in
your opening to me
A glimpse at
a time for me to see