“I invite you in”

I invite you in

To long forgotten

Voices of dead lesbians

Buried within

Relics of battles past that whisper

In each other’s eyes

Women, daggers clinging to them

Clinging to each other

Women fighting for women

Fight off the temptation

Of a plastic reputation

Come, I invite you in

Be an outlaw with me

Domme morrigan

Does it excite you, a fantasy?

Me, with a dagger ready

At your behest, Queen