Nostrils flare like police sirens in tight alleys,
curves giving the Greeks a run for their-
I feel you first, touch you second,
my body is simply there to witness-
something no hands can fashion.
Still chewing on the eye contact,
a blood drawn back, soaked sheets,
oh ambition, the constant ignition.
Desire is simply never satisfied,
a mind fixed for a heart betwixted,
never be satisfied with reaching the top.