Theres something about her form

Her shape

Curves my hands long to drive

I see her and shes speaking

Words like a lullabye

far from the hue and cry

Her lips seductive shapes

as she forms

each

and every

syllable

Dizzy now

Drawn to her

Long for her

Nearer her heart

Breathe her in

Lips on skin

And a madness

bourne of passion

pleasure

and the breaking

of earthly bonds

She might be an angel

but this sure feels like sin

Again

and again

and again…