He slept

He slept through his pain

He slept through his sadness

He slept through his frustration

And when he awoke

He realized he had slept through his life

He thinks of her

He thinks of her and he smiles

She makes him smile

Her perfect imperfections 

Her heart, through which she speaks 

Her eyes that change colors to him

Her smile that disarms him

The curve of her hips

The small of her back

The touch of her lips

He thinks of her

And he smiles

To know

He wanted to know her

But had to know himself

First 

Age

With age

Comes true beauty 

In the dark

He kissed her

In the dark

No outside input or distractions

Just the connection 

Her hips to her mouth

His hands

Electric

His mouth

Consumed

And somewhere in between

His heart beat faster 

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Naked

We are naked

Only to ourselves

And to those we bare our hearts to 

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She turns

Oh, how quickly she turns

Upon a heel

Your heart to break

Your soul to steal

If she turns to her right

You may be surprised

As her lips gently brush

And she smiles with her eyes 

She can turn to the left 

And rip out your heart

Of glide to her right

A sweet kiss, just to start

But either way that she turns

You will always be confused

Your soul still not knowing

If it's loved or it is used

But don't  stay out of her path

If you do, you will miss

With a glare to freeze water

Or a smile to be kissed

She'll look down her nose

At nothing and all

Make decisions on whims

And has never to stall

She lives her own life

At the pace that she feels

Keeps her life on the tracks 

And the air in her wheels 

Oh, how quickly she turns

To her right and her left

Her mood may not change 

For her life has the heft 

Oh, how quickly she turns

To take in all the lemmings

That follow her 'round

Without ever stepping 

Oh, how quickly she turns

Round the world of her making 

For she has set it all up

To be hers for the taking  

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