I smelled of cigarettes.
My hair greasy, my eyes
tired of sleepless nights,
my bad breathe of garlic and
onions, my skin dusty, my fingers
coloured with blue ink, my nails
bitten and unpolished, my sweat
with inflicting odor of rum and whisky,
my body dark and scars scattered
all over. And you said,
‘You are beautiful!’
My hair greasy, my eyes
tired of sleepless nights,
my bad breathe of garlic and
onions, my skin dusty, my fingers
coloured with blue ink, my nails
bitten and unpolished, my sweat
with inflicting odor of rum and whisky,
my body dark and scars scattered
all over. And you said,
‘You are beautiful!’
I simply smiled.
Thought to myself.
‘You are a fool.
You not know how to
approach your
yearning lust to a woman.’
And I smiled again,
blowing the smoke on his face.
Thought to myself.
‘You are a fool.
You not know how to
approach your
yearning lust to a woman.’
And I smiled again,
blowing the smoke on his face.
7 comments:
wonderful...so expressive!
@ lunatic
I'm glad you liked it friend. :)
That was a blow on the face gurl. Good one! Has it all.
@ my soul
Yeah, It is a blow indeed. :)
I liked souls comment ...
But what if she really sowed more than seeds of just lust ... what if the heart is opening up ?
@ mrniiiceguy
She sowed nothing.
Again, you are reading between the lines. :)
My idea is straight and nothing more to it. :)
Hehe...You know it!
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