|Photo by Ed Ross|
Ah! There she is
How gorgeous beauty!
With roses pinned in her tresses
Fragrance has a new name today.
Her lips so full
Colored in blood, all inviting
Many a men set out to play
This game of flesh & desire.
Her body all adorned
Prepared she is, as a martyr
Every moment she is killed
By her acts sensuous & seductive.
Hungry eyes gnawing at her
Every inch scanned n lusted for
Who remembers if she has a soul
All she remains, a pretty object.
For once peek in the eyes
Screaming they will be, begging
Leave me alone, let me go
For once let me smell
The fragrance of those roses in my hair!
P.S.: Loved writing this for Magpie-Tales #301