she isn't your sister; the voluptuous one
carving curves into the dance floor, and it's probably a
good thing, because you're basically
tenderizing her right there with your
eyes, all though we both know you want to do
so much more to that fragile frame that
bends back and
around like a sunflower
drooping under its own weight

I can almost see your mouth
watering at the tantalizing feast
spread out before you; eyes
seizing in blissful
anticipation of your catch; heart
kicking your ribcage down as you
fall into love with this girl who
is not your sister
nor mine