Sweet Hurricane

When i first saw her, my heart skipped a beat

It stumbled, then nature took over and it continued

but my memory was stuck on repeat

i can still see those eyes.

She was beautiful-buxom and bold

A smile lighting up the room like a ray of sun

Blue blue eyes took hold

i was drowning from day one. 

I drowned once, for good;

then over and over again

I drowned myself willingly, painlessly

in the sweet suffering of her blue eyes.

Oh, she knew the hold she had over me

She was a tantalizing witch

I was in her spell, blind 

except for her eyes.

Sometimes i think-maybe

if had been wiser

I'd have tried to forget that luscious shimmer

that deep-sea colour

the smell, the taste of her

but still, most of all, her eyes-

but no

she was a sweet hurricane-

i couldn't have resisted if i'd tried.

beautiful, irresistible, dangerous

She pulled me in with sweet caresses

and whispers of her love

And when i took her hand and kissed her

she drowned me in her flood.

Those blue, blue eyes, i used to tell her,

would be the death of me.

I used to think she smiled sweetly

Those supple lips were schooled with lies

i drowned, in her, sweet hurricane

I reached out to die.

i took one and only dive into a pool

of her sweet blue eyes. 

it was a rush, until i died.

Sweet Hurricane.