Bordello Nights

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

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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6 Responses to Bordello Nights

  1. 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.

  2. This sounds like a place to avoid. . .well maybe not.

  3. Skye says:

    Hmmmm….yes, definitely a place to avoid. Well done, Sis!!

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