Her breath’s a lucid shimmer,
Her hair to lain upon my breast?
Her scent screams tragic winters,
She’s tulips to a moonlight caress…
How could be her kiss a revel?
When these lips forswear…!!!
What grotesque in her heart prevails?
When this heart’s a woven frail?
Awaiting a cobweb of hostility,
Beauty wounds an unclaimed usher…
These eyes drool to benighted vanity,
A winter forgives beauty’s closure…
A syllable shuns the verdict’s keep,
Silence summons the vigil grey...
Joyous scent of his beauty reeds,
Her blossom’s a valiant fray…”
Her hair wrote a scripted ballad,
His eyes read in a frantic calm…
A kiss she sewed to a lucid pallet,
Her arms cleansed to lusted charm…
"She’s agony to a sweet embrace,
to her succumb bliss…
She’s rapture in a poisoned daze,
Nicotine in an anguished quilt...!!!"
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