She's laying down.
Lying through her cold grey eyes.
Staring at me,
Whispering lies, as she smiles.
She seeks answers,
My lips sealed,
Our tongues are tied.
through the clarity of an experience.
One can't deny.
I follow her ever move,
This girl is sly as she is fly.
Her body hand-crafted by the gods.
With Beauty in her cards,
She plays people for what they are.
Our beings, her strength.
Her flesh, my weakness.
And I have notice, she knows this.
And knows exactly what she's looking for.
And once she get's it she wants it even more.
Her chance she will take it, and won't let go.