Ecstasy in Vein

I know this because she cries sometimes.

An infinite streamline behind her eyes.

He came he left her.
No longer by her side.
Her infidelity kept the heart ache inside.

Gushes and Geishas with the power to seduce.

All that white make up and red lips to suit.

For this is her art work, her piece de résistance.

A lover now taken that never belonged.

This is her dreamtime in wich she floats.

Remembering the embrace of being love choked.

Ecstasy in veins

love is beautiful!

but loosing it, left the girl stained.