The Moon Listens...

Envy and Lust

Green.
With every waltz of my fingers on his skin she trembles like an earthquake.
Her temple is foggy, every land cloud whispers a new poison in her ear,
She clings to every word and marinates in it.
Her veins rushing, in a hurry.
Her blood is boiling yet it runs cold.
Her love brings a smile to his face,
But seeing me on my knees brings a sparkle to his eyes.

With his hand held tight in hers,
She's sweeter than a candy apple.
But he loves to get deep inside;
Yes, he loves it when I hop on his saddle.
Wrapped around her pinky like a band-aid,
she doesn't let go;
Already knowing of his nature.

A flytrap, dripping in delicious honey,
He's made me gluttonous for it.
He's plucked my flower but always returns to my garden of love.
Every kiss on her lips sends a bullet straight through my longing heart
But she trudges closer and closer to the edge with each constructed shove.