how delightfully sinful she was
exotic in nature, ethereal in beauty
it doesn't matter what she does
she's the only one I can see
filling my vision with perfection
she became my obsession
red hair and pale skin
dark eyes that drew me in
her lips should be a sin
my attention was transfixed on her
in awe of her every action
everything else turning into a blur
her touch bringing me to distraction
lifting me from the ground
keeping me from being drowned
she was steel bones
her voice made of bewitching tones
a fierce soul full of cyclones
even covered in blood and gore
I couldn't tear my eyes from her image
filled with a desire to see more
very few were given the privilege
and I was deemed worthy
so I did everything to be
YOU ARE READING
My Darling
PoetryPoems for my red lady. A collection I've written, inspired by my love for her. Within contain my love letters and inspired short stories for her.
