How to Die Young

[i]I hear her but never see her
Everyday new fascinations would be revealed by tongue
Somethings I would never think to expect
This woman was good at making people not think too
Forcing her adherents to submit to their primal ways
I could tell where she went by the trail of lost puppies and rose pedals she left
All she was really looking for were the big dogs in this cannibalistic world
Even with all this attention she seemed dissatisfied
Like a perfectionist who did A+ work, but only received
An Average A
I've never seen this being with such purity and grace
I take the initiative to find and approach this woman
Now I see why the conversations about her exist
Her skin the color of golden brown honey
I could smell the warm vanilla creep through the air when she flipped her voluptuous brown hair
To look at me with the most enticing smile
I too was falling to my knees in her godly presence
She presented me with a mix of feelings never before felt
As I crumble before weakness she speaks with a beautiful harmonious French accent
I can now feel my soul depart from its barrier
Ascending to fall in a deep pool of lustful temptations
Due to my desires of pleasure I died young...