Cat People

Tangerine the scene spilling through this green... Glass crossing her thighs as she bathes within love's Afterglow, dare I let Ginger go; knowing insatiable be Her hunger ?? Staring outside the window and a sudden Knock upon the scarlet door deja vu it seems, I have been Here before familiar this scent while she peers; moors moon Brushed aside midnight blue with carmine hues, filling her eyes Ah but time to loose these binds when the ladies enter; smiling In tune as slowly sliding across, her fiery flesh glowing amid Natures splendours burgundy she, bending forward inquiring That my heart; all I could think of although were Shakespeare While they reaching for her arching screams in dreams lavender Renaissance recapturing a stained-glass reflection their quoting ..Macbeth, as I pierced the depths of her sixteenth century, Mars.