Fake Poem by Emma Woods

You know it's those eyes you want to stare into
You know it's these lies of which tore you in two
You now it's those legs you want to run hands on
You know you crave her but why do you see wrong?
To have your fingertips bruch her bare chest
To touch her high cheekbones and brush through her hair
To bite on her neck and collide lips with her tongue
To have marks on your skin from her hands so young
Her long fingers would run up your spine
She would make you shiver in njo space of time
She'll grasp your heart and she won't let you go
As she rocks on your body she'll scream and you'll groan
You know you want her - those shing eyes
And what a figure to be seduced by
Her torso, her hips, her face and her chest
You know you want this but you know she won't care

Sunday 8th June 2008