With eyes as sacharrine brown as chestnut maples
And lips so perfect as to leave me strangely insatiable
A face so pure and sweet; filled with innocent charm
And a demure smile, sending out sensations of alarm
Looking up through lashes portraying dark desire
With ripening chest, covering a heart of passionate fire
Capturing my gaze with a coy smirk, a longing look
Then, giggling, walk the other way; leaving me forsook
You puckeringly seduce me into blindly believing
That you have a body that's mine for recieving
And all the while, your soul slowly dances away
For you could not promise your heart's stay.
And as you stroke my hair, my head rests on your breast
I wonder if I can trust you enough to be at your behest
And you cock your head and pout your heart-shaped lips
And I can't help but listen to words that of sugar drip.
A face so pure and sweet; filled with innocent charm
And a demure smile, sending out sensations of alarm
Looking up through lashes portraying dark desire
With ripening chest, covering a heart of passionate fire
Capturing my gaze with a coy smirk, a longing look
Then, giggling, walk the other way; leaving me forsook
You puckeringly seduce me into blindly believing
That you have a body that's mine for recieving
And all the while, your soul slowly dances away
For you could not promise your heart's stay.
And as you stroke my hair, my head rests on your breast
I wonder if I can trust you enough to be at your behest
And you cock your head and pout your heart-shaped lips
And I can't help but listen to words that of sugar drip.
2 comments:
Aha. Now, as much as I love this poem, the thing that made me comment was the fact that if you had been in the room with the girl, you would have been able to see right...up...her...skirt.
If you even read the poem. xD!
And as for your interesting observation...O_O
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