Her Word

 

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.