Qarîna

You know, the root canal wasn't that painful at all really. :S I can't help but expect to wake up tomorrow in agony. :( The joys of pessimism. In the meantime... been a while since I wrote a poemette, right?

Qarîna

Curvy form of comely wench
The lingering scent of innocence
Eyes that promise answered lust
Lips that lie as they sing of trust

You 'splay the charm that never fails
Drawn by beckoning fingernails
My lips, they struggle, to name the spectre
The words drowned out in a sea of nectar

You might as well be made of fire
Wearing clothes of razorwire
Untouchable
You're untouchable
A demon birthed of pure desire

© Charon 2010