Chameleon
Nov 5 · 2 min read
She wore all white
He favored her then
And when he’d take flight
She’d shorten her hem
And become the whore
Begging to please
Scratching and crawling down on her knees
So many hats she’d wear on her head
For the comfort of safety and passion in bed
But one stormy day the hats flew away
And…


