Flirting With Hexxus

Comfortableness
Wrapped up in the untouchable
Unavailable shell that is you
Wavy brown locks
Hide away the horns of disaster
And a longing for the unknown.

Textured
To the perfection of nature
With those fine grit sandpaper hands
Baby soft lips
Concealing that devious forked tongue
Of the devil in disguise.

Collapse here
Skin to sweaty skin
My neck, your arm contorted
For maximum make believe
In the damp grass
Hoping on dying comets
As I'm selling my soul to you