She is a mosaic,
Vivid colors, mixing to form a known pattern.
The one, visualized once in a dream.
Those bony fingers, attract my attention like anything.
And these lucid lips, duress me to kiss.
I feel those lips warm enough,
to neutralise the cold within me.
And her beauty enough;
to fill the void carved deep within.
The way she walks,
lifting her tiny feet, as gently as possible,
such that it makes me a melancholy.
Aah! Its similar, to the one of a
No, no, it’s that of a,
sweet kitten mulling.
Oh! No but this is quite familiar at times,
and not at the other.
It hypnotizes me,
Hypnotized by her beauty,
I have lost myself in the mosaic of her beauty.
Mosaic of her body,
her lips and everything.
Why do I feel, that she’ll perfectly fit into me.
that it’s not right to feel that way to a girl.
But what’s wrong with it?
Huh! I can ignore everything
once she’s ready to pay me her full attention.
Just once, give me a chance,
I’ll put in my every effort to get you mine.
No she is not a femme fatale
Why will she play with me,
Its me who is attracted.
Neither of hers game.
It’s the first time I am feeling that way to a girl.
But it’s totally right.