[written on; 05th June 2016]
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Her locks of fiery red,
Eyes of burning amber,
Mouth of a ripened peach
And skin kissed by the summer.
Her body of sinful temptation—
Sugar coated, wrapped like a present.
She looked like Christmas morning;
A phenomenon, breathtaking, evanescent.
Her slender neck, adorned with pearls,
beads, of colours, of size, shimmering jewels.
Her snarky tongue, such soul-piercing words—
Intangible weapons, they wreck your world.
A walking disaster, thorned rose in bloom,
A hurricane named after her, hailstorms too.
Lightning bolts in her touch, thunder in her walk;
Her heart, wild, on her sleeve, latching onto all that passed.
They called her Lust,
Though she was everything but.
Hence she sold her love,
and got none back.
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