Belle!!

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
solitary reaper.
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.
Hmm!
Why do I feel, that she’ll perfectly fit into me.
Don’t say
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.
Isn’t it?

 

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