(oh my god, you horrid creature XD)
The lady doth speaketh too much!
At least this was what the blood red grim reaper thought.
Her words made his scarlet locks sag in agony at hearing such vile syllables roll from her tongue.
The lady doth speaketh too much!
Didn’t she have enough?
Enough talk, enough words, no more words.
Madam, I beg you!
The lady doth speaketh too much!
And so a kiss placed upon her gentle lip.
And still none too gentle was he with his own.
A bloody kiss upon her crimson lip.
Not anything near a holy palmer’s touch.
Such a kiss was simply too much!
Palm to palm could not be touched so,
Without the dear pilgrim’s hand smashing through the other!
And cry would the sisters, faint would the mothers!
Whoever could stand to view such a folding of hands,
As of a folding of lips such as this here, now?
A hand at her back, and it cradled her still,
How long could this lips’ embrace last until?
With gnashing teeth and severing claws.
A touch so violent it deserves applause.
And perhaps a pause?
But none was known to the lady and lady’s man.
He who held her close against himself, as he felt her in his hand.
(how did this happen…? O.o)
((Oh. Oh. You write such beautiful poetry. How beautiful.))
