Blank stares cut through the air as pregnant pauses linger.
My dreams drift away, my fantasies have dwindled.
Enchantment saunters o'er to me, it kneels and pulls my face to its breast, I taste its skin.
No sensation, perfect sin.
The silk chains that bind me to desire break by sex.
Though I crave, loneliness is my fate.
Through winding curves, my palms transverse
A solemn whisper to myself, I beg