Rhythmic Revelations
Saturday, March 17, 2012
You- 2
A flawless woman,
Immaculate to such extent it hurts.
Smoking glamorously.
You are ruby red lipstick,
framing her in all elegance ,
smudging on her fingers,
marring her perfection,
with every whiff she takes.
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