Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Star Chased Memories

Her heart was shaped in a mysterious way,
Every inch a woman,
Yet with a strength uncommon,
Tears were her weapons

She knew time as though it was her brother,
And she spent it on life sparingly,
A little here a little there,
Until men fell at her feet

Every step she took was clothed in fashion,
From head to toe,
Immersed in wonder,
A sacred woman of the night!

She could get inside your skin,
And stretch your insides out,
Sending you home on your knees,
Crying for more

Indeed a memory I will chase forever
For her scent remains,
And my heart and body,
Still left in chains.

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