Straight long staring into her eyes,
never breathing breath.
Something hidden by disguise,
the angel of my death.
Glimpses down all tempting streets,
craving for that taste of sweet.
Holding her wrapped up in sheets,
exactly how Ive dreamt.
Way far better than surprise,
four erotic tear filled eyes.
Spinning circles lifting high,
never breathing breath.
Something hidden in disguise,
she's the angel of my death.

saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )

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