Fireflies in her eyes, painted on the canvas of life.
A beautiful lie, inviting sins on her velvety skin.
To desire her, is to hold a flicker of light through a storm.
For she is a dream held on with open eyes.
An intangible tempest, holding war with the sunshine.
A distant wish, to hold her once, like she is, just mine.
Luscious, appealing, charming and not yet revealing.
A flirtatious disaster, her images hold a fire burning.
That light, radiance, slipping from her every pore.
Not an illusion, but an escape from reality.
To not understand her, yet be within her.
Not just touching, but caressing her soul deep.
Like her charm, speaking in sinful whispers.
Exquisite, sublime her curves, I stand submitted for her to be murdered.
Oblivious to what’s right or wrong.
She tempts without tempting to hear her breaths like a song.
Forbidden, yet a sacrilegious wish, so beautiful,
Willing to be chastised through a heinous sin.
To hold and to surrender,
To her breathtakingly adorable,
To live through my dying hopes,
And my will to surrender,
An escape from reality.