I can still smell her all over..
A scent of guilt
And old sin.
She wore sex like a heady perfume,
Her lips crimson, and tasted like wine.
Legs of almost forever,
And moans that whispers eternity
Quiet and soft.
Everybody needed her
Everyone was lost
For I was..
In her deep lips
And fictitious eyes,
I can still smell her..
Her hands yielding,
In the dark her words were love.
Everybody needed her
Everyone was lost
I was there to watch..
