Icey eyes with a sly smile,
Soft lips with a tongue so vile.
She moved closer,
His breath hitched
The orphic feeling of her hands on him,
Her mystic glow shone brighter in the lights so dim.
Held her waist, pulled her close.
The sweet innocent vanilla scent,
The glint in her eyes with a smirk, wicked.
Danced to the rhythm, of a song she chose.
Moved to a quieter place, met her gaze.
Followed her quick on his feet, dazed.
Soon enough the pain stung,
Crying to the death lullaby she sung.
Cheeks crimson, raptured heart,
All the love strings pulled apart.
Was it the bleeding stature or the broken trust?
Or was it her eyes that gleamed, filled with blood lust?
What do you think? ( ՞ ᗜ ՞ )
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Lacuna ○
PoetryLacuna : (n.) An empty place, a missing piece. Not every slot in your life is to be filled. Feeling empty at times is no less than ecstasy. ♡ PS. Do Not Try to steal or copy my work. ©All rights are reserved. No translation what so ever is allowed.
