The Frenchwoman in lace

The one you dream about

when you glance down at your fat wife’s thighs

bulging out of her grandma panties

then look away.

I am a Blueblood of women.

A Goddess who holds her sisters by the hand

And runs in circles chanting beneath the Full Moon.

I make magic for your wife, so she does not live in poverty

While you lust after me in silence.

-- Alexandria Jaquemaine Faithe