
A moment of quiet
to appease discontented soul
and hush craving's clamor
For vacancy exists
in a heart drawn merely
for others' need
and mattresses melded to sin
give only lip service
to affection
So cold wood comforts
tender bones and
threadbare fortitude
in lieu of gentle touch
genuine of substance
Yet hope does not
cease its confrontation
on somber circumstance
but grasps depth of spirit
in wait to soar
Though for now...
powdered cheeks
offer blush in fabrication
as slowly she ascends
to paying patrons
once more


























*hits you!!* lol

Such a sensual and sultry take on the picture and the story you have woven with your words fits amazingly.


81 old applause
