No Lust She Feigns - January 2019
Photo by NorthernShy
Poem by Andrea Dietrich
This dragoness disguised in lace - passion’s flower with angel’s face, precisely picks the time and place each dream to chase, each dream to chase.
Like ink the color red, she stains the hearts of those whose love she drains, and then she leaves when naught remains No lust she feigns; no lust she feigns.