Posted in Prose, Relationships

Her Smile

Concealing her smile
being the most intense deception
ever having experienced,
Her cloak of disguise
surrounding me intensely
and imprisoning me with her eyes,
Her tongue-licked envelope
with my name, the receiver
sealed with her kisses
and passionate intentions,
Her mystery entices, ensnares
and finally entraps my willingness
to her charms and devices
Her smile, oh yes
Her smile…



My profile might reflect who I am, what I think and why I write what I do. My profile might just reveal the inner workings of a deranged mind, a helpless soul, and a self-destructive way of living. Don't worry. I'm OK. I've just lost sight of my little sister in the evening clouds....

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