She called it a lie.

Her beauty could capture you
at first glance.
Her eyes would open.
Suck you in.
Spit you out.
Leave you hungry for more.
Needing.

Her lips parted for a cigarette,
and I imagined myself
in her mouth,
letting her tongue control me,
shape me. I would evolve with
her, our bodies drowning
in the ocean of bedsheets,
captured, forever
searching, silently praying,
hands cradling
the dreams of our childhood.

She called it a lie, but I called it hope.

• On Tuesday, February 5, 2008, A Better Way To Die (265) wrote:
  
  Stunning...sensual and elegant. Beautifully worded. Wonderful to read.
  
  
• On Saturday, February 2, 2008, Ainsof (2120) wrote:
  
  very sensual... I love the last 3 lines. volumes.