Silence before storm tingling down her Venus dimples,
Heavy almond eyes torturing her bad like winning skittles.
She doesn't want to lose with you or she's so ready to lose with you,
She can't talk to you when you worship the new view.
Rolling her eyes till the dried stream is filed with the immortal drink,
A shiver with pain that turned the brink into red ferrous ink.
Calling your name is a chant she wants to repeat,
Those eyes drugged the best in her tripling the heat.
Begged her to look into those dragon eyes,
The 'nukim' arose and arose till she cries.
Commotion of a doom boy in the room of toys,
Unforgiven moonchild being smacked with such poise.
A bone weary vessel carried by the heavy machine,
Moving across the black ocean in the submarine.
The brightest Sirius shinning on her fourth finger,
That binds them for eternal on the righteous river.
