Visions on Her Lips

Tasting visions from her lips,
Smell of flowers in her hair.
Tracing ciphers on her hips,
That deep, all-knowing stare.
The truth dances on her tongue,
Words that make you feel too young..

Are you ready, she says,
She leads you to her bed.
Kisses down your neck,
With a soft, quivering breath.
Hearts beating in time, start to still.
Veins intertwine, you surrender your will.
Time and sound begin to bend,
She shows you how the world will end..