What was Victoria's secret?
I folded up her new pajamas.
"60% cotton, 40% polyester...
Over for care."
She probably loved lace and ribbons,
Roses and definitely pink.
Long lilac baths with steamy Romances,
Horse drawn carriages, a parasol and gloves.
Shy, quiet and proper,
Or at least to the outside world.
But behind closed doors a dignified lover,
Using her satin and ribbons to seduce.
"Machine wash cold separately,
Only non-chlorine bleach where needed.
Tumble dry low, remove promptly...
Do not dry clean."
Of course do not dry clean,
Too much work
Too much delay between nightly endeavors.
Shrugs...
If only I knew Victoria's secret.
I ran my fingers over my teeth,
One hand between my thighs.
My scarlet lips drip with blood,
I look at my maker as my ecstacy rise.
His fingers trace across my cheek,
Across my lips and eyes.
I see the world in a different light.
The moon, his buttons, God's lies.
His hand across my ribs so soft,
My transformation now complete.
I kiss his lips and taste his love,
His tongue my passionate treat.
Above my head Gargoyles sing,
Mortal voices linger in the air.
The hunger rises, I lift my head,
With predator instinct, I leave and hunt with care.
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