Palace Brothers
Merida
His head buried within the breasts of a lunaticfull, though aging mounds they werehe pretended to weep, but sighed in reliefmuch to the motherly joy of herShe lifted his face from her chest with her handsand prayed on his last ditch desirelet's take a match, to this, my husband's houseand warm ourselves in the fireAt last he thought, at last a chanceto vacate my dismal pastbut the beautiful lunatic's mind was mercurialher fire lust did not lastit switched to flesh lustshe stripped herself and opened her sheets to himhe spun in his shoes, gambling to lose a tremble, throbbing and grim, ohHe was not the last to quit her as he retired to his roomfor she came calling, all a-shiverstood over him in the gloomher nakedness hovered and steamed in the colda threatening glow on her scarred corpushow, he thought, has she gotten so oldand balanced this wisdom and imbalance, hey
From Letras Mania