Poem by Ramta Warrier
Finger on lips, Hushing the devil
Hips that sync, The music I fear
Sins of the past, My skin she unravels
Manicured Nails, Cutting what I hold dear
Knock on my door, Her luscious curves
White pale skin, Red plum lips
Cursed to an eternity, She freezed my nerves
Drops of lust, gliding her hips
"Leave me alone!", I cried out loud
Her seductive hands calming me down
Between her legs, The heaven I bowed
Deep in her, my vulnerability her crown
Beads of sweats, her warmth a slaughter
I saw death , Her eyes turned red
Nails dug deep, In my collar
Blood oozed out, Blood red my bed
Finger on lips, Hushing the devil
Hips that sync, The music I fear
Sins of the past, My skin she unravels
Manicured Nails, Cutting what I hold dear
Ramta Warrier a passionate writer, poet, painter, singer and classical dancer. The reason she started writing, it made her happy in the beautiful world she created with words. She loves to sit on her bed in front of the window, as she records the beautiful world around her!
