she sits and waits
-alone-
how it should be
for one of many dates
shell know
with me
the moon creeps down
beneath
wrapped small and tight
to sheathe
the the moon within
it moves the tides
and moves strange men
to sighs
as passers hide
their softly stricken eyes
once cruel and caring
both
to suit the need.
should i be gone
not loathe
to take the lead.
and nothing like her sisters
tan and dark
like animals. she whispers
the process of selection
set her free-
shes finished to perfection
just for me
shading on woman shaft+ touchups
lit cthulu
the rest + originality by fire from heaven