Bewildered by intrigue she delivers a kiss to bestow upon her audience the affection she was denied. A crime that lovers commit incestuously at the feet of their Royal and self-righteous pride. Shelling out promises whose weight alone could swell its own Tides.
A shame she bore in the darkness of her own eyes.
“When was the last time??” her thoughts as she waltzed through the corridors of an empty Hall. There she stood the lone witness to the shelter’s deep and dreary walls.
Yet the question echoed in her mind to no end or pause.
A somber stride that reflects the nature of her new found resolve.
A willing rebel of sacrifice for the unimaginable passion the journey called.
Such a short distance to touch the soul.
Words much like their thoughts that produced no sound to recall.
“Such a bitter-sweet taste.” she whispered as her hands touched the curtain drapes.
As a soft wind trailed them through an open window to find her fragile face.
Invading the surroundings that made her feel as if she were at a distance and safe.
Looking directly into her desires and doing what it pleases and loving what it takes.
All the while her Heart is moving as rapid as her mind’s pace…
And this sensation, no this desire, this urge beacon’s upon its target until it penetrates.
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