I saw her cold eyes,
I touched her angry sweat,
I tasted her mischievous kisses,
I quickly learned then the signs of a threat.
Yet, I still loved her,
She was my queen,
There was something about her,
That always made me act like a teen.
Poem by Lucio Muñoz
Vancouver, BC, Canada
lrmt@hotmail.com
August 04, 2012
