The eyes cried
  Baby blue ice
Upon swollen red lips
Fell the pouted moon light

Glowing that somber shine
               Masquera dripped
            Off steamy wet eyes

As Nyons ripped the fingernails
                                           Spine
There was nothing left to care for
                 But ****** vibes

They bounced off head boards
            On the heels of the sky
         And left me in bedsheets
              In scents of the crime

Lingerie and ice
Sensual sad eyes
Cried over again
Begging me two times

Twice I delivered
In the middle of thrice
And her eyes melted in
My pulsing grips wild

We froze in the moment
         Momentarily quiet
And decided this was much better
Than denying