The Watched
"Have you ever had the feeling you”re being watched ?"
My fingers tracedwhere pearls gracedalong the lines and shadowed curvesHer ribcage ravaged with desireher inkwell full of vintage wordsas my gravelly voiceundressed her soulspilling to the floorlike her lingerieMy tongue,like the night dipped in onyxcelebrates and liberatesher pure needtonightShe feels...