Casanova, Jane and the Jezebel.

Her body was a wonderland for him to explore Because he could and because she gave it all He had tasted this before and now he finds it hard to stop Life’s most exotic desire he craves it like a malnourished child. she pops, His ecstasy, she wanted love and they made it In his car and in a sea of blankets, the sea parted Like Jesus and the miracle They never stopped exploring, learning, trying Feb 14th they played harder , she offered him more than he asked Fulfilled dreams and fantasies, While She lay waiting in the promises and Her unknown pain The pain was unknown to Her yet She knew But She held on to the faith, in the belief That this was something special For Her and for Him But She waited at the corner of His house, in the cold The wind cutting Her, deep slashes across Her eyes so that She wouldn’t see For they had love to share, to embrace Love that She felt for the first time, Her heart had weakened and wanted to be looked after But it ended, Her pain continued, and like a cycle He returned This time the promises felt real, the love felt true, and the bond was growing But the night was misty and it stayed like that for very long time. The black cloud followed Her everywhere but She was not aware Not aware that the storm was going to fall and Her tempest would awaken. That the curtains had not changed and the show still continued. The sheets on which She held on to him stroking His hair, telling Him of Her love he used it unlawfully and through the night A sweaty tangle of sheets she begged for more And so one day Her and His Destructed. Her life was taken for granted Her love was toyed with, Her trust destroyed and Her pain became known Her inner pain She avoided, surfaced and took Her breath away She doesn’t walk away but watches Him walk away from Her. She will never know the full truth, the mist is not yet close to clearing up But She continues on suffocating and burning Waiting impatiently for the day She can breathe and let go. God Save Her Soul. It Cries.