At the stroke of midnight, My reign comes to a melancholy end I set off on the long, lonely journey home, To wipe off all the glitter and grime once again
Tag: Skin
Entranced
Spells spoken by soft, sultry lips Always entrance me far too easily Golden sparks spread From smooth fingertips, trailing along Plush, quivering skin
Poison Apple
Won't you have a little bite Of the poison apple, my dear?