All poems (c) 2001 KoDeZign
Your tender lips,
They grate like steel.
They bite the nerve,
And I can not feel.
Your luscious mouth,
It sucks my dry,
I need you to live
But You're making me die.
Your shining face,
Its radiancy,
Is blinding me
And I cannot see.
Your golden curls
Your flowing hair
As deadly as
A medusa's glare.
Your turquoise eyes
They cut me deep.
They pierce my soul
And I cannot sleep.