zebrasindenver

no eyes

no teeth

just the sound of my body

the touch of your breasts against fragile fingers

and the blood rushing to the head

that is eyeless

that is lips hiding a toothless grin

that would bite if it could the fragile hide

that is your youthful error

strike that one from the books

mark it up as a loss

it was meant to be love after all

the devil loses

and there are cheers of joy in the chambers of angels