The silhouette of the Victorian gown stood out by the window
Hair curled about in pretty ringlets down her bare shoulders
Perfect breasts overflowing the bust-
Moonlight cast shadows on her face
The gown hugged and swirled down her waist to her toes
Delicate but overpowering
Captivated in the outrageous beauty of the gown
Lured in with complete lust
Her hand in mine-the other on her hip-
We dance.
About Me
- Krissy Renee Bosworth
- I don't have very many dreams or goals that most people have, some that are definitely unreachable, but worth striving for. Every now and then I write a story in my head or pen a poem down. The only way I know how to express myself through words is through my writing.
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