crisscross whiskey lips
luscious red like
a forbidden fruit
that dares to be bitten
eyes that shine
like diamonds on fire
hot soaked passion
but with a glance
of hurt that will follow
touch me
your skins whispers
soft and flawless
hiding carefully
the lawless kiss
that will caress
my life away
don’t tease me
if you can’t please me
with your warm whispers
whisping me off my feet
floating into your arms
knowing foolishly
I will never
touch the ground again
The Emotional Delusions of a Mad Man
