Seeing is believing.

Look around in a static rotation 

with an anticipating hesitation

silently hoping only you, will cut this tension.

To sit, to dream of more then what is

but the knowledge of you I couldn't even wish

so I cry, only idiots think ignorance is bliss.

So even if all you see is a painfilled smile

and the day may rest behind the sundial

there's nothing, no sight, more worthwhile.

Not like that, like this.

A beauty queen, more then I've ever seen 

draped at the waist by the sexiest loose jeans

just laid back watching the T.V screen 

on which, is what can only be described as a heated scene

and to my surprise she reached down to flick her, crumbs

from off her lap, for from a sweet tooth she can easily succumb

she stood to say hello just as my whole body went numb

she bent down to pick up her plate as I checked out her, figure

aura and all hit me with a drowsily drunk punch, minus the liquor

I looked up at the sky and thanked whoever/whatever picked her

as she made her way to the kitchen sparkling like she was made out of glitter

pots in the dishwasher for as she endearingly told me once, she don't like litter

she stands in the hot kitchen as she did something I wouldn't even allow myself to consider

my eyes stuck on her like their nothing but stickers

as she slowly undressed her top with the captivation of a, smile

from her lips as she catches me looking, and, well I'll tell you the rest in a

Never.