She, with her plastic intention
Sweet smell, and rancid thought
Ran her finger from her lip
Her ******* tangle
Legs spaced at the knee
And her Her hair in a dangle
Penetrating eyes, that overcome my doubt
Perfect curves, image of fruit
Juicy and ripe, and ready to burst
Though sweet, it is sour
Though disturbing, so tempting
On hands and knees she crawls to me
Eyes never move
Heart cannot beat
Still locked, her hand now on me
I fall to the ground
And fall twenty feet
Her blanket around my brush
My hand in her touch
The red pair comes closer
They slip onto my face
I fall once more, into outer space
A wild vine grows rapidly around us
In the silence we scream
In our breath we roar
In my mind I forget
I release my reason
She is real
If not for another time
Just to exist right now
Stripped of my mind
Stripped to my body
Entangled in her roots, to rest the night
And to fuse, lose my sight
Make a river run down us
And never turn up soil
Get buried under it
And stay
In me, away
Her intention
Such devious intentions
Will I forget
Or fall down again