fur-lined stilettos kiss the polished marble
click-clack, click-clack
there at the table, she waits
porcelain cheeks framed by lily-petal fingers
rosebud lips parted with the shine of a moonbeam
ballerina-like, almost, hands arabesque and fouetté into delicately balancing the latte on the tip of her first and second fingers
audrey hepburn meets 20s' new orleans
you sit down, she surveys you with innocent inky eyes
but be careful for the prettiest faces hide the prettiest lies
"you feel bad for meeting up? why, you think you're betraying your wife?"
"honey, this isn't temptation, it's chanel no. 5!"
and into the night she whisks you, feeling very much alive
she will point out the directions, and she's hoping you can drive
lost in the creases of her black velvet skirt, captivated by the sight
gunpowder, gelatine, she's like dynamite
lay a red carpet outside the hotel room to be tainted by the baroness' feet
killer queen at your service, how pleasant it is to meet
A/N: sorry if it sucks hehe i tried
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lyrical beauty
Poetry"one good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain." ~ bob marley verses of notes and chords; an ode to the vividest vice known to man - music. trigger warnings: occasional themes of violent love, angst, self-hatred, and overall dark i...
