Doubts ...

Walk on the Windy Side

Red String ...

Serpent II

I wish you know
Who I am...
A tragic
Clowness.
I do kiss
Neither wishing men
Nor bored by life
Princesses

But you
You made me deeply
Think
That My make up
Was not...
Not strong
Not dark
Not ever grim
To be so loved
Too long...

I thought
What if
I change
My day
And try
All shadows
black
And silver hair
Is it nice?...
My lips still
Shall obey...
But I'm looking
Not for kissssss
I wish
Undress
For pretty miss.

Am I to strange
For you in that?....
I kiss you tenderly...
Please let...
Me kiss your Neck
And thighs...
And fingers, lips,
And tragic eyes
And lashes
Shaved eybrow lines...
You will relax
In paradise
I wish
You feel
Your self
Like me...
We are alone
Waiting
Flight
To dreams
That keep
Mind
Paralised...

Serpent ...

I wish to know
Who I am...
A tragic
Clowness?
I do kiss
Never wishing men
But I am not Princess

You made me deeply
Think
Of Love
That
Was not...
strong
And dark...
It always strange
To feel be loved...
Too long...
Its time...
We part

I thought
What if
I change
My day
And try
All shadows
black
My hair
Getting
Pale gray
And tired
My neck...
My lips still
Shall compare men...
While bored
With your kiss

I wish I never
Met you
Please...
Forget
Forget
My poisoned kiss...


Am I too strange?
That I do wish....
Be lonely again...
I kissed you tenderly...
My kiss
Was honest once
We laid

You wish again
Another lie
Another
Paradise?

I wish you feel
I often cry
When you made
Me to try...

Yes apple's
Poisoned
As your kiss
I feel inside
Serpent...

Cold
Lonely
Unhappy
Miss

Forget
Love
Has it end...

My dreams
That keep
Mind
Paralised
You never known
Them...
I am so tired of lies.
I better be serpent...

Windy morning in tights

Heels for work

Nice soft and lovely to walk with my size...
Temu...

TSS.... Tights Spring Sun...

Treat

First stockings...

Yes Kate was only pantyhose girl... but it was a nice time at work...

Twin Seams, not straight

Morning hope ...

Aftermath of a workday...

Strike walk

Wine on White ...

Good Morning coffee
For your cup,
Nice day
And evening date...
Wake up !!!

Travel to nowhere...

When I was little
Girl
I gave my toys to others
I could not understand
I cried so many nights
To realise
With sadness
Worlds of others
Too far to travel
And to deep
To mind...
I have decided
Never try
To give my own
World
There is no way...
They may just
Feel
My heart
They might accept
Just might...
But never reach
My world...
And never meet again...
For what to try
To fly?
To Love?
No no...
Abort...
I better stay
And wait
My day
If
Toys return
To my childhood
Again...
I waited
Many nights
And days...
I waited,
Keeping
Doors
Just open
To my Soul
Nobody
Came
Nobody
Liked
Just Owl....
Nobody liked
When
It is open world...
But keep it
Shut...
Was difficult...,
for what...?

Dream poll...

Kate was always strange.
She was designing her outfits dreaming of the magazine of the particular fashion for men... Ellegant invisibility...

And what a sudden reaction to her old photo...

I am intrigued.
What would happen if Kate will come...

Should she try?
Or it is just formal politeness to every application...

Wait of Date ...

Admission

One day
I will admit
All grey...
Not of the age
But after day
When I will
Say
Just
To myself...
The diamond's
Hidden
Lost it value...
No more
Attempts
To shine
Or lie.
And pale
Shade
Will suit
To venue...
Light
will be
Honest...
Simply
Mine
...