All The Pretty Girls

Stolen from the other life, they held hands, as sign of confessions yet to spill. Oh, Come and let us adorn ourselves by the layabout garden full of lilies. For only then shall the blood stained sins of our solemn Pasts, be relinquished.



Your body was a temple of love, a solitude magnet of lust, an alluring hissing of love, that no one could resist. And so they lay by the fire, watching the flames dwindle away.