slent 1

smooth silk leather, lust crave sinful pleasure
likeness fond of darkness, tempress, short dress, scent forever
familiar to mine, her kind, my mind, smiles without a thought
just ones and noughts, portraits, beauty is inside
have fought with lovers over forks!
time drags two wrongs to right, no time to fight, warm and smiles all night
try hard not to bite, feel with all your might, dont grab so fucking tight!
coast seems clear, well at least here, so fleeting glimpse then disappears
back sitting here, fridge cold beer home alone with keys and time, 
last seen entering the chasms of my mind, set free to fly about, 
explore things to write about, inspiritaion gone but scent and doubt
without for just a blink in time is all i get to write these lines
lips and cheek seem to climb, just at the edge, a little bit when i
pen a rhyme, shes a style who my words can define, but not just these
i keep inside, confide in few, past secrets of near demise, good times
drive byes, police fines of course the faults not all mine,
but here in the chasms of my mind its all inside, 
damn! see what happens when im left, led blind, stuck in a spider web
trying to find the path she left behind, where the words of a fool
can come to light, at least for eyes whos warm bright glow helped ebb the flow,
who made the keys, help lay at ease, this psychadelic mind of his,
should he find time to write some things....