A Composition of Sin
Composition of Sin
she barely raises her eyes
as my fingertips flutter by
strumming her guitar
her long taut body
over the years ive become
so aware
of her every mood
her every emotion
the rude and the devotion
come to love her
come to hate her
taste the copper in her mouth
and the beauty in her soul
the rain we collect
and drink from the same bowl
the curve of her lips
the set of her hips
long loving everlasting admiration
clock on my wrist
moving with elation
our lives lived in music
appetite intrinsic
flowing pomegranate tresses
endless saturday night dresses
pale fruitful skin
a composition of sin
she barely raises her eyes
as my fingertips flutter by
strumming her guitar
her long taut body
over the years ive become
so aware
of her every mood
her every emotion
the rude and the devotion
come to love her
come to hate her
taste the copper in her mouth
and the beauty in her soul
the rain we collect
and drink from the same bowl
the curve of her lips
the set of her hips
long loving everlasting admiration
clock on my wrist
moving with elation
our lives lived in music
appetite intrinsic
flowing pomegranate tresses
endless saturday night dresses
pale fruitful skin
a composition of sin
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