I was young and I know it's bad
My parents didn't tell me...
I saw the burning inside his eyes
Glimpsed his strange smile as he lips left mine...
Hearts beating like a rumbling thunderstorm
Within a fragile cage of ribs...
Her vanity swoons
at sun-kissed ringlets...
Tortoiseshell eyes sigh at the gaze
of his senorita, she hikes like she...
She often danced like
a flamingo. Stiletto legs...
Underneath your rib cage is where thy own heart...
entangled in a mass of pulsating emotion, tendrils...
I walked through the garden
Smile soft as I glanced at our pond...
Alluring,
golden ambrosial skin...
You dont want to sound like a recorder
I prefer to sound like one...
Touch me, kiss me,
Make me blush...
Eyes that peer straight to my soul
Reading all that is missing...