Manicured Nails
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 a 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!