Sugar crystal touches.
Sticky. Rough. Sweet and burning,
rubs up against my skin,
chaffed hips are turning a bleeding-heart red.

She has her half-drawn windowshade eyes.
staring, comparing, and forgetting the lies.

Beautiful sonet of spring-flower pastels.

Rips up her nylons,

and ash in his face.

"Naked." He says.
"Are the feelings we feel."

Clothing: Stripped from little white lies.
Half-Drawn eyes,

making their way from their lips to their thighs.

"&I wouldn't have you any other way."