her body is the arch

of the lines on her face;

the curve and the sway,

the longing can't stay.

draped with black tresses

and shadowed with doubt;

can't look away

from the look on her face,

'cause she's found you out.

A/N: Not too much to say about this one, except that it is about a love I was never supposed to have. Maybe it was a lust. In any case, no, I do not use capitalization in my poetry; if I do, it is a very rare thing. I also don't add punctuation unless I am publishing it somewhere, as I am now. Drop me a review and let me know what you think! :)