Till I Catch a Stranger

As your lips spread like the rising sun, And your dimples widen like a pond; I search between your milky teeth To find the confessions hid beneath your tongue. As you throw your arms around me And press your soft body with mine, I search between your twin towers, To find the rythm your chest conceals. But I fail to pick the trail Yet I cannot stop suspecting. It's hard to pierce the veil Yet I'm sure you're pretending. Ater many months of stealth and lying in wait: I blow my cover at the slightest twist of your waist; And up I climb to eat the honeycomb, That I've vowed to use as a bait. And I really cannot tell whether I'm the only bee That visits these petals when I need a drink, Because It's hard to really determine Whether you smile to another when my eyes blink. So I'll just assume that you're beautiful, And try to believe in your professed piety. I'll lock my fears in my chest– Till I catch a stranger on your breasts.