Manicured Nails

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Finger on lips, Hushing the devil
Hips that sync, The music I fear
Sins of the past, My skin she unravels
Manicured Nails, Cutting what I hold dear

Knock on my door, Her luscious curves
White pale skin, Red plum lips
Cursed to an eternity, She freezed my nerves
Drops of lust, gliding her hips

"Leave me alone!", I cried out loud
Her seductive hands calming me down
Between her legs, The heaven I bowed
Deep in her, my vulnerability her crown

Beads of sweats, her warmth a slaughter
I saw death , Her eyes turned red
Nails dug deep, In my collar
Blood oozed out, Blood red my bed

Finger on lips, Hushing the devil
Hips that sync, The music I fear
Sins of the past, My skin she unravels
Manicured Nails, Cutting what I hold dear
  • An Interior Designer by profession, am a passionate writer, poet, painter, singer and a classical dancer. The reason I started writing was, I could just be happy in the beautiful world my words created and embark on a journey with no destination. All by sitting on my bed in front of my window, looking out to the sky,with a pen in my hand,recording this beautiful world!

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