May 15, 2013
A tongue but with carefully crafted words (homage to you, Six)
She has the privilege of an easy smile and laugh lines deeper than worry wrinkles.
Desire-laced lust runs through her veins, full of want; and thus, perpetually empty.
Seductress-sprinked kisses like fickle freckles on her skin.
Eyes enticing followers, all the while lost inside herself.
Words were originally magic and she was their priestess.
Whisper-worded shouts weaving spells, binding others in the mirage of their own making.
A tongue with but carefully crafted words creating the illusion of choice for those that would be foolish enough to think they could tame her.
