Fractured dark
Listless, languorous
Not a spark
Eyes delirious
Hold secrets within
Long limbs leading
Down to sin
How they loved
Bordello nights
What they proved
Lingerie of finest
Quality and grace
Wear your mask
Hide your face
Rooms don’t know
Morning’s brittle light
Time runs so slow
Butterflies emerge from
This cold cocoon
Youth and beauty
Lost too soon
Too soon
© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
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Lovely Helen with some great images conjured in my mind. The sins of the flesh are a good subject, as here is so much to write about.
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂
This sounds like a place to avoid. . .well maybe not.
LOL! Thanks!! 🙂 🙂
Hmmmm….yes, definitely a place to avoid. Well done, Sis!!
Thanks so much dear Sis!! 🙂 🙂 xxx