The roaring thunder woke you up
from your reverie.
A Storm found its way to your haven
of forgotten memory.
Black and blue spots decorated your
golden skin.
His hands dig deeper from within.
Curves all around, lying on the ground,
cannot be found.
"Lust is overrated" he said.
You wore your heart out of your sleeves
and it's wicked.
"You are my masterpiece" he said.
Now everything starts to have its own hue.
Something new.
An art of passion.
But you have gone stale from the oblivion.
Red have always been a woman's color.
With only a few strokes,
An image came alive.
"Beautiful" he whispered, with your blood on his hands.
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Summer Solstice and other poems
PoesiaImagination has no limit, fall in love secretly. A collection of poetries about love, life, mental health, happiness and imagination.
