somehow it was a mistake just a spark from her crossed wires.
an elusive sigh of restless spirit rousing antique pleas of intimate desires.
techniques and methods to suspend disbelief in a place where shelter retires.
hear that little whisper in the ear, where to begin?
fear in the asylum where episodes arrange from within.
lost in her feelings that have to match the words on her skin.
perfectly smooth and pink, yet so out of sync.
and the words say, “this is where violets go to shrink!”
with pretty little flowers that have a portals link.
she hears herself murmur, as her pose gets firmer.
and she wished she had some stronger armor.
but she was hypnotized by a so called snake charmer.
now she takes a side way glance from side to side, now take a look behind.
shaking on the inside, wanting is waiting frantically, playing with her distracted mind.
minute after minute she is on a heartless march, lost inside her time was redefined.