I was
there seated on a coach
Waiting
for her final word,
This
las who took away
My
feelings of affection
was I
not blind to the world?
In a
more erotic manner
after a
long catch of breath
She
spouted words that hurted my heart
Her
sex-appeal was the only thing
That
pushed me towards her
Not
that I am sex maniac
But,
pink I love is the colour
All
what I can recall from her
Was
love at first sight
Because
she gloomed in pink top?
I am
colour blind I cannot comprehend
Because
of her sex-appeal?
Then
lust at second night
She was
in love with my spiky hair
gem
polished and shiny English I spoke
My
Japanese silver fitted suit
Only on
realization that
Love
had grown in my heart alone
Her
final words pierced my eardrum
through
my nerves to the heart
and
splited my phantom love
Ode to
my odium penzi.
by duniepoet.
