You are the charity lines along heaven's gates
–snow blows gently across your perfect face.
I will stay below you forever, I will pleasure you forever.
You are something fragile, something without flaw.
My hands trace desperation over your skin, my heart rattles at men who steal you away.
I am but her servant, loyalty is my job.
I write of hopelessness, I have given my lungs to the princess of tease.
My breath gets shaky when we are alone, I cry out
–Miss Eleña Destine.
Master at work, goodbye world as I know it, she will steal my ability of words
–for this woman takes my breath away.

It is after November, or late December.
The end of a year, the end of a day, hour, and minute.
False promises and lies
–Asmodous himself made your body by design.
I am a pathetic addict, on my knees again.
Goodbye to my family and friends, for I found another.
–And Her name is Princess Eleña Destine.

© Junemousonae