she sits and waits -
alone -
how it should be
for one of many dates
shell know
with me
the moon creeps down
beneath
her paper skin
wrapped small and tight
to sheathe
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 loath
to take
the lead
and nothing like her sisters,
tan and dark
like animals. she whispers
while they bark
the powers 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