FALLING SKIRTS

FALLING SKIRTS

Principles, priorities and philosophy traded for a tender touch,
Purity lost with every button undone,
Hands on hands, she is pinned to the wall like a work of art,
She fell prey to the sweetness of the lying tongue of this poverty,
With her lips on and in his,
She forgets her dignity,
And her thoughts remains stagnant,
As she subscribes to the stripping,
Flowing for pleasure of sensation,
Down-loading heavy strikes at the poles,
The air of the room now defiled,
She is ready to pay for the price of
Love
She fell in love, now skirt has to fall
Like shedding leaves in summer,
At the mercy of pleasure,
She has lost what she’ll never have,

She got versatile capabilities,
But refurbished to volatile capabilities,
At the Crack of Dawn every Sunday,
She raises her fallen skirt,
And shines like a religious pagan,
Her story,
The default setting of tertiary institutions, undershorts the constitution of value,
As the sun sets,
And clouds are pregnant with rain,
It’s the time for her skirt to fall again,
To quench the mystery of pleasure she got for ‘them’
Customised for the reign of leaks,
Activity of normal uniqueness,

She can’t be judged,
Since she’s just a sinner like any other,
Devoured by the immoral hear phone and head phone,
Her diary reckons a boomerang of her awful actions,
As her regrets stuns her beautiful future,
Pens down,
It’s a dejavu,
As the music hits, another skirt falls elsewhere.

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