she'll shake that voodoo stick of hers and drive me crazy with her boogey-oogey-oogey smile...
I'd sell my soul for something as pure and true as my remembered obsession
she was so very....pure and dazzled me with her evil simplicity, tainted naturalness...
her skin as smooth as the silky wings of a butterfly
she be my vision in a white robe, with wrist-wounds unhealed
calm expression with focus away amongst her own heavens
her light body rising and falling so very slightly with each cool breath