treasure or demise

I locked eyes on her & could not take my gaze off her soft and supple lips pink, thin and naked I pictured honey and cream for some odd reason In the background of my mind i could hear the chime of guitar strings being plucked it felt as if a part of my past that I did not know I had suddenly awakened, looking for clues to where I might have seen her before Simultaneously She was everything I wanted to be and everything I wanted to be with