She's a contradiction,
in tattered jeans and heels, cross
nestled safe between her cleavage and you want her.
Perfect makeup and ratty hair, she bums a cigarette,
inhales the way you'd
shake, but her legs are strong and she's
a girl who could
do you in. She knows it.
She doesn't blush but
sun hints and you see the blue in you enflaming.
She's tired and giddy, a black mountain breaking into bits,
you're soaring high now
Her car's a mess but her life is perfect and soon your dreams are her's.
ways. You're in
and she feeds
while she starves you. Friendly with the lamb and familiar with the
you find her tongue-tied in the flesh.
Adorned in jewelry but fingers, bare, she lets you read her
heart. Her red
lipstick cracks, and it's then,
rings begin to fade and
when her mascara runs, her mouth turns pink.
She worries during yoga, stressing
Coffee-her drug of choice, because
she's addicted to caffeine and free of you. She'll
cuss like a sailor then make you pray at dinner. She's
waiting till she's married but in theory only, because she vowed,
Pure ice and soft flesh,
she melts in different types
And she's long gone but right here, weak descending and
She's begging and
refusing, a finished puzzle needing solving.
She talks fast and listens
long but your words are slow and
you cannot hear her.
You found her where she wasn't hiding,
and now it's up to you. She won't go looking. She'll never tell you of her tears, in case you wonder and the only thing
that makes her mad
You know she'll know long before you but she
shakes her head
you with all she's got, saving venom for another
you finally get an earful of her
She's walking in
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