A single string of hair
touching the collorbone,
gently blown away over her shoulder
by the wind.
Sun stroking her cheeks, the salt water biting her mangeled fingers.
Picture perfect view.
Ivory beach, turquoise sea, bluest sky ever witnessed by her eyes.
Freedom, finally...
Eyes like puddles
I inevetalby drown
Despite the lies...
She's a mystery
She is a cunning breed
A canine kind of calculating mind
Chasing you right into her trap
But what a stunning trap she is
She'll never be mine
Despite the lies...
A mouth so soft
I can't resist to touch
Where are the lies?
She keeps surprising
She is a different kind
A feline swiftness
Cought before you even noticed
But how pleasing to be in her grasp
Will I ever be truly hers?
Despite the lies...
Her teeth so sharp
I scream with fear
I can't see the lies...
She stunns me even more
She is an overwelming force
A dragons fire
Burning me from the inside out
But how exciting to feel her heet
I am hers to keep
Despite the lies...
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