she's beauty like searing heat, like razor ice. The imprint burned on me
everything in her, her manner, the smile, that nervous twitch, fingers bitten,
so lovely and unique, such subtle signs glances and laughs, warm me, filling my heart.
She looks at me and kisses me. Mine and hers.
She tosses away her pride, the sake of being liked to please, too hard to dismiss,
a face a fun, a conquest she becomes for that sake.
dangled opportunity defecated in her path, so subtle with truth wrapped lies,
tangled in that heady web, vodka drenched and hazy.
turned around, lost spinning and in circles turning and twirling, swirled her eyes tear up
who now sees those tears but me in my loves eyes watching, waiting, yearning.
now lies that path away so close and new, nobody there but who she chooses,
a clear way to cleanse, cut free from incestuous delusions and whispers,
my voice is unwelcome and my hands are cut off, please. my love. please.
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