She peered from the box

Her nose in the air

Sniffing and smelling

She had love to share

I scooped her up

Into my arms

Her

Smoothly she moves

Natural with her grace

Not making a sound

Not raising her face

Neck well defined

Black dress all that's

"In the Grip of His Grace"

Lost and confused
wondering what to do
Seeing no light
In the darkness of this night
I call out to

Sandpaper hits the nerves again. I hit the ceiling.

I turn around and wonder what happened,

how I've fallen so far in so

I'm That Girl

I was that girl
the one who gave into her lusts
that maybe you think you can't trust
the one you think deserves