The Leathers Express: Poem: Mona Lisa Eyes - by Carroll Bryant

giovedì 22 dicembre 2011

Poem: Mona Lisa Eyes - by Carroll Bryant - (for me)

She's a seducer playing in the dark
Messing with my head
Messing with my heart
Using all the tricks that hide
Up her sleeve
Girl you got it going on
This I can believe

Blinding me madly with her million dollar smile
Dancing in my skin
Igniting a fire
Using all her weapons
Just to get me to see
Seeking my attention
This I can believe

She's a Roman Goddess
Aphrodite in disguise
Luring me in with her Mona Lisa eyes
Don't even get me started
Don't you even try
Luring me in with her Mona Lisa eyes

She's nothing but an angel laughing in the rain
Driving me crazy
Driving me insane
Baking up a recipe and
Feeding my need
Girl you know you're dangerous
This I can believe

She's a Roman Goddess
Aphrodite in disguise
Luring me in with her Mona Lisa eyes
Don't even get me started
Don't you even try
Luring me in with her Mona Lisa eyes

My world is spinning
My how time flies
This could be the first day of the rest of my life

My head is spinning
No reason why
This could be the last day of the rest of my life

She's an apparition haunting in the dark
Messing with my head
Messing with my heart

She's a Roman Goddess
Aphrodite in disguise
Luring me in with her Mona Lisa eyes
Don't even get me started
Don't you even try
Luring me in with her Mona Lisa eyes

Girl you know you're dangerous

Source:
http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/285160-in-lieu-of-yesteryear?chapter=15

Check out author Carroll Bryant:
http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4833566.Carroll_Bryant
http://carrollbryant.blogspot.com/
http://carrollbryant.weebly.com/index.html

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