Glamour
Thank you, solitary one with the brow so far above the ground
I value the technique you used, which swiftly pleased my morbid curiosity
A dash of blood to my head, the emotion of soaked fingers ever so prized!
Might it be blood or liquid contentment?
Moonstone eyes and glamour’s erotic language are bestowed upon your dripping wet lips
Solitary one, I bow do your tactless and abstract glamour
You have contented my melancholic oppression