August MacGregor

Celebrating Sensuality. Intended for mature audiences, 18 and over


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She Was a Mystery

She was a mystery
of sidelong glances
Hair in front of her eyes
unswept
guarded
Eyes daring rather than agreeing
Lips slightly parted
as if nearly saying something
but for some reason not
When she did speak
it was smoke curling around your ear
words getting to touch you
as you wished to touch her
She seemed more suited for the night
with more places to hide
Although you wished to meet her
in the bright spots of the day
see her more clearly
But that might’ve dispelled
some of her mystery
And she alone chooses
when to let her clues out.