She’s made of
Chipped nail-polish,
Melted make-up,
3 A.M. conversations
And unexplained scars
Her hands were cold every time she touched your face,
Made you wonder what masks she wore over her own
She could make the blood stop dead in your veins,
Or set the pace and make your heart burst into flames
She’s been running for so long
She doesn’t know what it’s like to stop
To give a second chance to life,
And maybe let you stay the night
That time when she drunk-dialled you from the club,
You could almost hear the warm summer night’s breeze in her slur
And as you imagined the sweet Bourbon on her lips,
You realized-
Loving her is like
Falling for a fallen angel,
Except this one doesn’t need a knight to save her,
Her wet lips are probably contorted in a sadistic smile right now;
Go ahead and say your prayers,
‘Cause this one’s a player.
This is great.
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Very descriptive and a wonderful read! It gives the reader so much imagery π
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Glad you liked it π
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That beginning is enticing!
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Thanks a lot π
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βFalling for a fallen angelβ
Original and erotic! π
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Hey, glad you liked it π
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