I shan't stare
For I might kiss
I shan't care
For I might miss

I shan't utter a word
For my feelings might show
I shan't keep close
For my body might flow

But everytime I say I shan't
A part of me says i can
Confused and dazed on  what's meant
So I'll just wait like a real woman

Im sorry if I'm too forward.
i do not only want your body,
i want your heart and your soul.
i want your mind and the way it
thinks so feverishly about details.
i want the heart that speaks
through your tongue.
i love the articulate words you choose
to speak, they keep my head
in the dictionary constantly.
and i want your soul,
you belong in the 1960's
but instead you're here with me.
and that, my dear, makes everything
about this worth while.

trust me, its a bit ****.
the way my hand falls gracefully to your bottom
and how you do not flinch away.
its not even a thought anymore...
its just natural.

you are a beautiful, natural thing, my dear.
every single part of us feels right.
and thats why i haven't run
away yet.

She kisses with liquorice lips,
grins with an auriferous smile,
she lures with skin as soft as feathers
and devours with teeth of a crocodile,

she doesn't care who she hurts
or who she teases -
she's able to ignore all the agony
so long as it pleases -

O' she'll grab your mind with her greedy eyes,
then seize you by the ***** -
a ****** expression, ******* on a cigarette,
she whispers in the night and mockingly drawls,

clad in tights that unveil the premises of liposuction,
she'll make you sick, and disgraceful;
rip apart love and **** on it, then deny its abduction

for when it all looks lost, and you finally flip,
she'll only preen, groaning at your petty insults -

she's a flower, black and withered,

she's death by **** results.

Strong in her confidence,
and confident in her strength,
she graces the world with **** wisdom.
The glow in her eyes matches the
simple beauty of a sunrise.
The art from her mouth
and the wisdom from her fingertips
educates my body and satisfies my mind.
We are an ******, philosophical collision,
as the world spins around us, blurry yet clear;
and the sacredness of the unknown shatters.
We are left breathing in beautiful, familiar air,
and with the touch of a kindred soul.

A man loves a woman,
A woman loves a man.
From two opposite ends of the universe,
No mortal could ever understand.

The man, handsome and charming.
The woman, sweet and fair.
A pair of wings fixed on her back,
A set of horns under his hair.

Could an Angel, love a Devil?
What a silly thing to believe.
Yet, true love knows no boundaries,
It can overcome what eyes perceive.

For they are human, not deities,
Two souls looking for their mate.
If light can exist with darkness,
The wings and horns will dissipate.