Skinwalker

Blank stares cut through the air as pregnant pauses linger
My dreams drift away, my fantasies have dwindled
Enchantment saunters o'er to me, it kneels and pulls my face to its breast, I taste its skin
No sensation, perfect sin

The silk chains that bind me to desire break by sex
Though I crave, loneliness is my fate

Through winding curves, my palms transverse
A solemn whisper to myself, I beg
"Never again"

Say my name