Broke in

a streak of fuchsia flame.

Alighting the room,

highlighted the rules of a clandestine game.

It fell upon a face,

painted with a hollow pomp.

Outsourcing the truth,

trampled them down with a rhythmical stomp.

Frills and laces,

sewed upon her claret gowns.

Dancing with distaste,

She evoked indignation of their ireful brows.

Yet blissfully they survived,

In the paradise of her sumptuous sighs.

Pinning her down,


Upon the heaps of her womanly pride.

Belittling her worth,

Laying there denuded.

Stripped of values,

They stood reputed.

Dancing in nakedness,

They grooved

Upon the beats of her bawdy songs.



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