When the last leaf of the old oak falls
As the white winds blow, and the night owl takes watch.
The darkness will try and consume you.
You must take flight little bird.
You must rise from the ashes
You shall reign.
When the last leaf of the old oak falls
As the white winds blow, and the night owl takes watch.
The darkness will try and consume you.
You must take flight little bird.
You must rise from the ashes
You shall reign.
Sitting on the bed, I was waiting for my husband to arrive. It was our wedding Night.
I rolled my toes as the visuals of him slowly touching my cheeks, making love to me was blurring my vision again...