pretty posture pacing past my sight.
gracefully grinding deep within a hard shell.
to open the inner doors and ring the bell.
for the painfull pleasure to enter and devour my greatest delight.
Nervously knowing nothing of the entity outside my wall.
thats battering bravely. hard and strong.
im rocking roughly shaking in fear, and before long.
my walls will start crumbling ready to fall.
cautiously climbing down from the top of my wall.
shivering silently as i aproach closer to the gate.
willfully walking, hiding my fear bravely
meeting my fate.
i am ready to awnser the painfull pleasures call.
on arrival i found a angelic sight thats pure and true.
who knocked down my walls and showed me what i can gain.
the pretty posture entered turning my sorrows to rain.
as the painfull pleasure entered my haert to chase away the blue.
©luvromance
L