Burned Visions

Jumping through the currents,
she sings.
Of her paranoia and belief.

Forcing her thumbs,
to gesture love.
"Fly to me, my sweet serpents.
For you my love, I'll hinder"

Sands between her lips,
Crushed lies hanging off her cheeks.
She beg for nothing more than for you to speak.

Softly her hands deliver,
the long lasting sensation,
Of her burning visions.