grey area

her voice speaks

softly spoken greys like somebody

who has passed, intermittently,

to the dark side.


Her eyes beam sexridden greens,

to go with her heels and ties,

when she desires.


She can cut you in

a moment’s grace,

open you up, and wash you clean.

Lady secret lover,

holy’s forgotten friend,

invisible erotic liasons,

a spiral to our end.


Her touch whispers secrets

in your skin, you thought

didn’t happen anymore,

and her flesh speaks of

dark and light angels,

you are yet to meet. this time.


Your whole body trembles

in her awareness



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