I studies her eyes for
flaws of deception,
but found not one.
she looked on at me
through a layer of splintered debris
and i reached for her hand.
i studied her eyes for
flaws of confusion,
but found not one.
so i leaned into
her lips.
it felt so
(perfect)
my mind raced for clarity.
neither of us pulled away
as seconds became
minutes, and minutes, hours. and
hours, fate.
the world crashed down.
it was soft and passionate.
long and
addicting.
she smelled like cinnamon
spice.
and baby powder.
her hair tickled my neck
right where i used to
love it.
i studied her eyes for
flaws of regret,
but found not one.
she toyed wth my buttons, a
razor-sharp tongue between my thighs.
i tried to silence the moans of (ecstasy)
but still found no love in her eyes.
