I desired everything...almost.

Her skin was sweet and silky,
like caramel.
Her legs summoned desperate curiosity,
small scars confirming mortality.
Her ******* so seductively,
protected her heart from any and everything.
Her lips..
Those ******* lips,
displayed multitudinous emotions,
while evoking one thing in me..
NEED.
Her eyes were saturated with love,
stolen, never returned.
Souls who thought they had a chance,
with this majestic bibelot,
crashed and burned.

But her hands weren't quite right.
They had met too many bodies,
and strangled too many hearts.
She touched me with discouraging confidence,
meticulously impersonal,
and disturbingly arrogant.

Her hyper awareness of carnal pleasures,
allowed her to manipulate with false intimacy.
Calculated movements,
determined to **** you in.
Rehearsed responses,
emotional and physical.

We shared beautiful moments,
laughs,
and kisses.
But I found truth,
hidden in her fingertips.

I am no longer mesmerized,
by the illusion,
of her.