Elen of the ways

A life of nothing but a hope, a hope a domme,

A domme will come, out of the blue, in her black gloves,

Thru laneways, i dont know, but i become, of her black gloves,

Hopechasing but an M for maybe, scroll-led way,

Perhaps I’ll find, waiting me on my phone one day,

Her touch, her black gloves thru my soul