My body glides with a bittersweet scent
Of Look-Where-You-Please. Your presence incences
Of Capture-With-Ease.
Nothing could dare to stand within a distance of
Soul-sisters, where all the Misses and Misters would melt under the
Heat. But you and I agreed that the pleasing ease
Inspired too many to fall on their knees where they would bleed in
Need of bandages when all they recieved were
Easy girls basking in superficial moonlight

Daringly, we chased with determined power and
Ended up bruised; ended up bruising- we just held too much
Love. When finally we saw our blood washed ground, you and
I agreed that pleasing ease should no longer falsely
Reflect us. So with me loving you and you loving me, we
Injected ourselves with some deeper
Understanding that soul-sisters won't poison Misses and Misters with
Moonshine delirium