Red coal blaze burns on her route
The man fluttered over her body
Experienced hands caressed her curves
While she craves accomplishment
Rather than someone to fulfill her lust
Vicious fire burns her
Even the devil is anxious to call her "mine"
She walks as she implies business
Gashes of her damaged slabs gleam
A drop of her blood scarce the vampires
Claws of predator bow to her
The pulsing of her soul stands on her throne
The queens of heart
Worship of pigments
Men tell her tells an untruth
The gash of a sharp blade scrape thru their skin
The path she has embarked on
The sequence of special conquest of personal driven experience
The fingers run against her soul
For once
Feel what she feels
Believe what she believes
Perceive over her conscious thoughts
Oh beloved
She is recognized to be hazardous
While the silent alarm rings off
She asked herself don't I have the right to love
Why are men frightened of her
They tell her tales of her happy ending
She sobbed and battered her hand under the concrete portrait of her temperament
Because once there was a shattered girl in her
Who had to shove herself when the world was crashing down around her
When the dashingly sharp glass
Assault against her skin
Ruby-red blood poured
Whom does she trust
The dominant women
Who couldn't hide behind her silhouette
Intense poison posed by her step of heels
Dress well to self-impressed
Looks on her bright features
Beneath her sour eyes
Lays the heartless beast
Who pushed when everyone falls
She is powerful adequate to face her own voyage
She has confidence in herself and she won't be deterred by anyone
She won't let you get the best of her
No matter how much she has stumbled
Her morality and strength still remains undefeated
The purity of killer zone
The search for her makes man crave her
The stretch over her dead body was known to imprison someone as delightful as her
Here she goes vanishing inside the flames
YOU ARE READING
The Vicious Passion
Poetry"A woman without her man is nothing" As a woman, we've heard this phrase been spoken uncountable times. Do we ever wonder how does one society stereotype us, women, into one illusion circle category and not knowing how to face it Why is it so hard f...
