she conquers my bravado.
But she teases like a tart,
from her I cannot depart.
Without her I’m a shadow.
She makes me see red,
then rocks me in bed.
She can twist and dance.
I’m lost in her trance,
seduced by her spread.
Sometimes she’s a devil,
sometimes she’s an angel,
but you see, she’s all mine,
and my heart is just fine.
She’s stuck in my head,
but keeps my soul fed.
Her heart creates romance,
leaving nothing to chance,
where our love has bred.
Her love owns my heart,
even when we’re apart.
She’s the light of my libido,
and wears it like a halo,
a shining work of art.
Sometimes she’s a devil,
sometimes she’s an angel,
but you see, she’s all mine,
and my heart is just fine.
For her passion I’m burning,
yet leaves me yearning,
captured in her lust,
my soul to combust,
my fervor ever churning.
In my heart like prose,
our love story grows.
Joy in my heart sings,
she spreads angelic wings,
and blossoms like a rose.
Sometimes she’s a devil,
sometimes she’s an angel,
but you see, she’s all mine,
and my heart is just fine.
Copyright ©2014 Buz Bono. All Rights Reserved. No part of this story may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior written permission of the author, Buz Bono.
