yet awake

A Poem by winter;lyra

XXXX said it would rain but instead it did not, but it's fine because she gave me something else to soak my pain

my mistress sleeps with her legs exposed
a cursed force to respell
and a closed gap to entice
like-minded in my lust
but evil-minded to my torture
she dusts off into the night
reigning asleep over my statue

my mistress is quite mean
but still with a swift appeal
and she'll know i'm reeled
when the morning comes i'm yet awake