Apostate boudoir memoirs (a redoing)
Yesterday morn as I, startled, from my dream awoke, Wondering how’s it that my beloved’s at my side? Even as with cock’s-crow the sunlight broke Hesitantly, through the wide Open windows of her boudoir, falling On her disheveled hair, fell back I, recalling How she’d let go last night, undoing her... Sign in to see full entry.