Darkest You Poem by Sara Jo Andrews

Sitting there with pale eyes painted black,
Those sensual lips to match.
A song is ever present on those lips.
When you pierce me with your staring eyes.
I wonder what it is that you see.
What thoughts run through that guarded mind of yours?
That evil smile that plays on those painted lips.
How deep you make desires run.
A creature of night you are.
Dark whispers in my ear,
You bring out the dark nymph in me.
- Sara Jo Andrews 03/10/2008