Siarena.

Oh, how
your vanilla skin
used to seduce
my senses,
the golden
caramel
tint
drawing me
in
and
in
and
in.
oh,
that soft
plush wicked grin.
How I wish to
forget the
mockery you
made of me
and only
remember
the lilac
of your eye shadow,
with
streaks of gold here
or there,
or everywhere.
The curve of your
lips and
the sight
of your
bare mid drift.
Oh, the longing
I feel to
forget
every time you
lied
when you said
"I love you."
Those curves
that face
how could I ever leave
or win
looking..
into the
eyes of sin?