Consumed With Each Touch
She was passion personified
With suicidal tendencies
One step from going over the edge
A lopsided smile with a twinkle in her eye
With just a hint sadness
She moved with the grace of an angel
Hearts fluttered as she walked by
Men intoxicated by her presence
A fight could break out at a moment's notice
Drama just followed her like a queen
Men sacrificed themselves on her altar
Drawn to sexy wrapped with a crazy bow
She consumed them with each passionate touch
Needing their love to satisfy that longing
Yet there wasn't a heart where it could flow
When morning comes their beds are empty
She rises before the light of day
Away from them their imagined angel
She leave a feather on their bed
Heads out the door and flies away
Imaginations
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2013
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