Her Silk White Dress

by PorcelainMoon   Mar 17, 2014


Locks of red wine hair, bones brittle
Smile tainted by despair
How I long for her whispers to be home to my ears
How many nights will I wait for you here

Sweat drips from her chest to her silk white dress
As I caress
In the hopes to undress
Piano melodies sound through the clouds like a ray of light
Dreamers dream as I make her scream all night
Porcelain skin
My lust like a sin
Why not fall in love on a whim?

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