Black Leather Goddess
By birksy
The black leather goddess, looks over to me, never a smile, she’s far too restrained, a sip of her hot drink, a look to the heavens, I wonder how tall she thinks her pedestal is. Still, the black leather coat forgives all of her sins, shame, to me, at least, if it’s really only PVC. Flick of her scarf, sigh of her contempt, so difficult to stand, among us lesser beings. Written December 11th, 2001 © on Dec 10 2001 07:31 PM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 10
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