renegadefuzz

a touch of the hand,
a brush of the lips,
a gentle caress
on the curve of her hips.

a feathery sigh,
a hungry embrace,
she knew that it'd be
a true fall from grace.

seeing things unclearly, but somethings clear as day
never wanting something, knowing what she'd pay
losing all she came for, finding so much more
it didn't really matter, her heart's been broken before.

memories fading,
feelings evolving.
scar tissue hardening,
hearts resolving.

all in all,
simply ... wicked.