Won't you have a little bite Of the poison apple, my dear?
Tag: Skin
Glitter and Grime
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
Entranced
Spells spoken by soft, sultry lips Always entrance me far too easily Golden sparks spread From smooth fingertips, trailing along Plush, quivering skin
Introverted Creativity 