Laced delicate, the warmth of sun flows,
shadowing my flaws, smiles seep over
delectable risen virgins as all eyes
are upon me…

Slowly I parade, tips of fingertips
in a curtsey, the illusion flirting..

Silhouettes play on flesh, creating their
own morbid story….

Closer still you will never be, as
your senses rake over me, blood
and bone, dissecting every part of

Not a drop found to lick upon
your lips, as my dew stays snug
glittering like diamonds, blinding
Heaven, mistaken for eternity…

My door passes, opened, but you never
enter, trapped on my pedestal, dangled
on feet, perfect place for my foot steps…