Armoured In Glamour

Armoured in glamour she was defenceless still when bound
Willingly to play – Unveiling the serpent’s eye she looked naught less than surprised
To meet with such throbbing an evil bearing unique with the innocence of adolescence.
Still I long to know you, and for you to take from me this purity I keep
Still I long to know you, and for you to wake beside me from your sleep.

by David Lacey

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