Her smile caresses
It tips the scale
Just a tad of madness
in detail
At heaven’s gate
I sit
Don’t mind being late
following her lips
Constant burst of energy
flows
She’s still a mystery
on the go
A voice warns
Be careful of wishing
Love is the storm
mesmerizing
Naked I stand
Soul, bare
Adoring every strand
of her thinning hair
“Enough already”
the lovely girl says
Probability
fell into Frisco’s bay