HE enjoyed the sound of her
voice playing tag with the walls
the way her tone dips and the
way her eyes fall
she's the one to start a fight but
never the one to stay the night
the way she licked her lips and
the curves around her hips
carved to destroy created to kill
the dips and the valleys and the hills
innocent body, dirty mind
oh, she was great find
SHE liked the way his eyes
danced around the room finding
her, the smirk and the same eyes
that had her hiding
he's the one to kiss and tell
never the one who fell
the way he bit his lip
and grabbed her hips
made of edges and lines and
motives that no one could define
the smirks and the works
dirty body, innocent mind
oh, he was a great find
- OH WHAT A GREAT FIND
[ in which poems are all my heart can manage as of this moment, and i promised i wouldn't but here i am, attempting an excerpt from my mind that doesn't fucking rhyme but failing.]
