the Sky dressed in hues of Peaceful

clouds of Joyful fluffy white

a doll of foreign features not her own

her made up mask sewn like lingerie

& it ain’t right: but for now it must suffice

& though I dissent: in Thee now I digress

enticing sensual scent

wearing lace, satin & leather

hypersexual seductress on a whim

to a willing very eager victim

unaware of Thy existence 


You wear my face

I flaunt our body

My sultry domme

I’m your slave whore

Pushing back my tears:

in the echo of my faked laughter

Folding my death wish:

between my moans & orgasms 

As we feed My need to digress & Your need to roleplay