Night's yielding touch.
Scented with spice...

Riding on a silken wave.
Sat in a golden dingy...

Dormant all these months.
Quiet in redemption...

The girl, passes like a ship silhouetted against...
Her figure drowning in it's silken turquoise...

Blistering heat searing through
My heart...

Tired of listening to your lies.
They pour out like a poison...

Lips like a bloodied rose.
Cut open and spilled across the Grass...

Stalking under a full moon.
A huntress of the night...

Wings outspread, like great black Thunder clouds.
Contrasting with the deep plum Satin of her dress...

Love is the fear in the first date.
Love is bunch of flowers in your hands...

Once, you and me, we were close.
Just a platonic boy-girl friendship...

Hypnotized by Obsidian eyes.
That taunt and tease your soul...