she moves like a cat through the crowd
her hair softly flowing
black like evil
but her skin pale, pure
with the slight smell of innocence
she tries to pretend to be hard
even careless
but deep down I sense she cares
she moves like a cat, sexy with curves
green eyes, emerald
she sneaks up between my legs
wearing nothing but a smile
soft caress as we kiss
she purrs into the night
The Emotional Delusions of a Mad Man
