On grey wings
she doth fly
to meet her lover
in the night sky.
Veiled in dreams
the mist coincides,
to hide their love
from prying minds.
With gentle hands
he taunts her.
With unbound passion
he haunts her..
If ever he were to disappear
she would forever hold him dear.
So, if you hear her desireable moans
don`t be afright.
Lost with him again on this
moonlit night
Dont wake her,
he disappears at the first light,
let her roam free in twilight
away from daylight and its brash spite.
M./Decadence