The Wicked one
She smelt like a bud from the Rose
Her hair danced like waves on the Ocean
in Her eye, a primal flame flickers
I must say, I dream of seeing Her knickers
with the lips of a sparkling red Ruby
She smiles
She’s beautiful, like the dawn of all days
I lost all my words, what shall I say
She rocked my world, I must make Her stay
The Rose
a Rose made of smoke, slowly rising
while Her ashes scattered below
She burns & She turns
a deep respect, She has earned
I must tame Her
random & wild, like the mind of a child
She plays on the strings of tomorrow
a song from within
up the bone marrow, She sings
I must play Her
Spreading like wildfire
the flames danced like a wild tornado
leaving no trail but ashes
in Her path
stripped of faith
driven by winds of desire
She sails
merciless, angry
She beats on Her drums
while silently crying for freedom
Where the wildfire rages
in the middle of the masses
I ignite the flame of passion
an uprising, fuelled from within
a savage fire rages
She’s out of control
She rumbles, She burns
as yet another day turns
yes, I love Her
as flames taking hold
a new path unfolds
in Her ashes I see the inferno
The Bust
inflamed by the fuel of passion
I crave the ultimate lust
crawling below the flames eternal bust
at the bottom