Daydream on the Flipside

She's got...
Nuclear Warheads for Eyes.
When she walks through those doors,
Day dreams turn to dust, filled with liquor & lust.
My stomach...
Filled with so many butterflies
That she can Kill my flyness. Her Walk is mean,
Her swag Outlandish, But I reciprocate, I deliberate...
That while others kick rocks... I kick Planets!
She's...
Far from the norm, there is a hurricane on her lips and
One kiss can calm the storm.
Literaly, literature cannot sum up this unique masterpiece.
For I would have to borrow all of earth's dictionaries..
But times are rough...
My tongue is broke, this mind is in depression,
She's got me livin in a verbal recession.
These fingers have flirted with temptation, they've played with zippers and buttons...
Were both in it for the fun... As I entice you, to... Come..
LOL, You say hello
And as your body moves, walking you become an illusion... giving my spine a neural concussion.
I wonder...if she dances like Destruction..could she fuck like Armeggedon????