Your eyes are brown, almost black , like night.

You purse you lips into a heart shape,

When you don’t agree.

They flicker in dissent as your eyes blacken further.

Your hot wet hands, hang limp by your side,

Which is good, as they revolt me.

It could be said you are good looking,

But I look at your face and only see a sly,rat like appearance.

Begone, There is nothing about you that I desire.

Except to be rid of you, my dear!