Senses Poem

She stares at me with green
spider-web eyes, getting
stuck the more I fight it.
I warned you, she whispers;
that voice, like old blue-jeans
comfortable, edge-frayed--
smile inhospitable,
colder than December--
she's wondering which sin
I will commit this time.
All I want is a taste,
seeking deep for a trace
of her sweet youthful core--
hands connect electric
my cracked lips seal the spark--
her warning unheeded,
never to fall into
her callous hands again.

*Inspired by EnIrehTak*