Bitten Lips~

A little bit at a time
Bitten lips
Scratched finger-tips
Were wolves howling at her feet?
Goddess Moon some afternoon
When serpents slither in the street
Poetess fangs sink violet verses
In jugular veins your throat rehearses
The drive is lined with Hollywood hearses
Succubus charmers winding up smooth marble clocks
Numbers melting secrets deep as eyes
Satin sheets turn into tourniquets around your thighs
Someone slips
Bitten lips
A little bit at a time~¥~



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Written on 2016-10-19 at 15:56

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