The perfect line of trees.

Winter Spring

That Girl

Her liquor painted nails
never quite scratched the surface.
She just couldn't get deep enough,
but he had that covered.
Now there was nowhere
left to go
that didn't carry a memory
or a breeze of her scent.
I can still taste her in my mouth.

Lonely

Missing Missouri.

Prey

If I were to kill you,
It would be softly,
Almost lovingly
With a blush on your cheek.
How I would caress your neck
Fingertips cold,
Raise goose bumps on the flesh
How fast your heart would race!
Buried beneath your breast,
It would be the perfect match
Enemies crossing the line for tonight;
Strength unmatched
The scent of cells and,
Taste of your lips.
Oh little lamb,
So delicate and quiet
I almost did not notice the tear
Hanging from your lashes.
Come closer, dear
I promise I smell no fear.