Friday, 14 January 2011

i'm poem-ing in style

Your eyes, black buttons of a laced see through shirt
Your lips, strass clutch bag with a 50s look and a today’s switch

Your hair, punk fantasy of immortal stars but dead after all
Your neck, field of street gaming applied in infrared control

Your hands, cruel cardigan with a dose of smooth wool
Your legs, embroidered drug in a flower bombed pool

Your back, male royal collar erased within a garment militaire
Your heart, our sex bridge revealing how's the figure of a true gent.

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5 comments:

  1. vint junky14 January 2011 at 17:19

    I loved this post hon. Great lyricism... but I was distracted slightly by that gorgeous inked chest ;)
    xxx

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  2. Muki Mu Kats14 January 2011 at 23:42

    wow! amazing words! girl you got it!

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  3. Rinos15 January 2011 at 11:13

    very nice blog

    have a look if you want
    skemdinladiesnight.blogspot.com

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  4. joanaddicted18 January 2011 at 13:06

    @vint: i mean OHMYGOD!

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  5. joanaddicted18 January 2011 at 13:07

    @muki: thanks baby!!! :) (tryin....) ha

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