Im lost inside her confidence.
her flawless lips've got me slipping in and out of consciousness,
and it's only common sense her thoughts are as soft as a conscience is.
SSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Im more caught up in the words that her lips say
than the curve of her hip's sway.
her swerve swinging this way and that
she grins and then laughs
Im twisted like damn!
this sister is bad!
miniature stature with a mind so like mine.
her eyes make me unravel with mindless babble about
timeless travels and skylines...
I'm nervous...
my palms're sweaty..arms heavy and walk jelly. Im not steady,
off balance...
but all feeble imperfections fade in the cream of her complexion
I dream of her perfection,
flaws and all...