There's something beautiful
About the way
Your lips speak my name,
And the way
Your fingers fit perfectly with mine.
It's beautiful
How your smile
Pierces my heart,
And how your eyes
Pierce my soul.
There's something beautiful
About your soul, my dear
And the way it intertwines,
Perfectly with mine.

The mind such a dangerous weapon
Used to outsmart and outwit opponents
The spirit such a powerful being
The one thing to always drive you
The one thing to always be you
The body such is power
Giving vigilance, strength, and movement
The heart which bestows
Gifting bravery and hope
And when all three are combined
A deadly force is created
A creation which has power over life
And death

"Is it bad that I never made love, no I never did it
But I sure know how to ****"

god i might not know how to
say those three words,
but i'll kiss you against your soft
cotton sheets
and sprawl bare against them,
and make you think it all the same.

"Cause I had some issues, I won't commit
No, not having it"

i'll slink my body
and move my hips around the atmosphere
we'll both be drunk,
slurring on the beat
that my tongue moves to.

"I'll be your bad girl, I'll prove it to you
I can't promise that I'll be good to you"

my mouth is like
nicotine,
you'll never get enough of it.
but baby,
its so self destructive.

Love doesnt end, because it doesn't begin
It is simply realized
Always there in the blood stream
Star dust
Love is a dream you don't quite remember
It was just there before you woke up
Trying to tell you something
Moon light
Love is your eyes wandering to things
Your heart wants you to notice
Dew on peddles of roses reflecting
Love

This woman is a chameleon,
how her hues change!
she is the conqueror-
wearing the false hues of the conquered;
a desire for perfect conquest, in disguise.
                            She instinctively find
what she wants to conquer,
from among the smiles
identifying the heart of her like,
from its invisible presence,
from  a distance.That one moment
qualifies her as a magician of heart strings.

Her studied indifference now
is a tacit invitation
to get near her,
though concealed in many layers.
She makes sure he doesn't
miss the message,
but for the uninitiated
it goes invisible.
Sly looks he send now and then,
when she moves closer, his whisper:
"Don't you hear what my heart says?"
his half smile is being reciprocated,
what was made to look like reluctance
was in fact a challenge
for him to go and get
what he wanted,
not as a gift, but
as a hard earned asset.
He thinks she was the best
he has ever set his eyes on.
They hit it off in a bit.

The distance never seemed so great
Cataclysm perfectionists
Yet, I am not your humpy dumpy,
Or your fine china ware
Bare knuckles drip sweat with anxiety
I know she wants a reaction
A pulse burst neuron pattern
She wants emotion...my fear...my jealousy
A hulk-like idiocy irrationally irrationalness
Anger does not suit dragons...it is messy
When wisdom is much more vicious
Sound becomes tines of liquid silver endings
Forcing once passionate melodic tones
Into baritone thunder claps of aggression
But strangely...the animals do not run
As patients is a commandeering trait
But the distance g  r  o  w  s greater..