Man's World

She's contagiously wrong for you Her smile and laugh are masters you resent bowing to On bended knees asking, God, why does she have to be your undoing? Doing things inherently wrong justifying tasting the sweetest sin as righteous kool-aid the red kind that leaves your tongue and lips stained and you swear you wouldn't mind drinking all of her pain away That simple thought has you thinking Jesus, your wrong for placing so many skin receptors in one location her fingertips cause hearts to stop and restart hard to keep clothes on talking about nothing in particular Her smile is witnessing light escape heaven Her laughter sows seeds across a field of spirituality and her flower is the only one your harvesting She's the heightened existence of God's residue after He finished making love to the universe What was conceived, was she, the best part of a man's world, her ingredients made it all the more spectacular