she leans forward
you notice her cheeks
photoshopped to perfection
sunset over sea
you whisper finger prints
into her skin
even from day one
discipline was never a crime
she bends down
you notice the back of her knees
blue rivers set in cream
water over stone
you breathe hand prints
into her bones
draw a golden line
you are control personified
she looks up
you notice her teeth
light bulbs turned to pearl
milk over glass
you caress lip prints
into her soul
and if practice makes perfect
that is certainly you








