Thursday, January 14, 2016

Walking Devil

For the first sight
She is like a seraph
From heavenly host
To save the earth

The way she lie
Can descend sun
For a playing toy
Or beaming fireball

The way she smile
Can turn your style
Onto crawling clouds
For her charming pounds

Her beautiful eyes
She use to neutralize
His stark naked acumen
Before his wonted hackment

Her smoothie hand-touch
Like crystal meth in his flesh
Can smash his autonomy
Onto crippled thin atomy

The way she walks
Flying her behind in fractions
Inspire out gents’ necks to wake
And see their needs in predictions

When she bridges her jaws
To bring heavenly bodies down
You can’t let her fall on deaf ear
Instead count life out that cost dear