Faerie Fire
I sit on the bench outside the library for a chance glimpse. She always walks by about this time. She would then sit down and draw. I always wondered about what she drew. I watch The pale full moon as I wait. I smile as I see her walk by and sit on the grass. I pretend to read a book as i watch her. Her raven hair covers her eyes and inches towards her paper. Her pale skin sparkles in the moonlight and all I can think about is what she might smell like. She wears a black Victorian style dress...
Lesbian