Tuesday, February 28, 2012

In Flagrante Delicto




Her eyes can make an ocean pant and boil
Her lips can force the clouds into a haze
Her heart can hold a flame better than oil
Her breath can leave me in a centric daze

Her body moves as sinuous as sin
Her taste is reminiscent of a god's
Her moan's a siren to the ears of men
Her touch, though, can defy both laws and odds

And even though I testify these truths
She never fully sees them in the glass
Reflections of her past will soon consume
And challenge every drop of love to last

Some call it a chemical imbalance
But what's a victory without the challenge?

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