Midnight InDiscresions
My seductive fingertips
and silver tongue of lies…
tracing down past your hips
to in between your thighs.
My seductive fingertips
and silver tongue of lies…
tracing down past your hips
to in between your thighs.
Veering through the black,
I face the world raw:
wings hanging from my back,
blood dripping from my maw.