A virtue, A sin.

by ABrookeD   Sep 10, 2013


They call her "bright eyes"

Purity that lives within,

Radiance without reason,

Less jaded from sin

They call her "bright eyes",

A mystifying beauty that lives

Soulful energy,

With undying need to give.

You're entangled,

You're enticed,

Lost in her sweet embrace.

You're a lover,

In a trice

Your past has been replaced

They call her "serpentine"

Twisting to and fro

Sharp as a tack,

Without losing control

They call her "serpentine"

A witty game to match

A wild ride,

Without much time to crash.

You're entangled,

You're enticed,

Lost in her sweet embrace.

You're a lover,

In a trice

Your past has been replaced

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