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Voodoo Queen Jan 2015
She moves her body to the song
The black lights hit her skin and she is perfection
They marvel at the sight of her
As she spins, her face is cool

Inside
Her heart is hurt, depression and lonliness
She winds and grinds to the beat
Her breast perfect proportion to her body
Her curves and **** all play together well
But her mind is shattered

From head to toe you would think perfection
She flashes a smile that you would think is genuine

She is lost
Torn
And broken
  Jan 2015 Voodoo Queen
Bharti Singh
With
Airy freewill
And
Fiery determination
Striving for
Watery perfection
On
**Earth
Voodoo Queen Jan 2015
Your heart beat is my Bass, beating and giving rythm to my life

Each breath you take is my melody, the life of my life song

Your cologne is my harmony, calming to my soul

Your touch is my piano, playing a soft tune amongst my skin      

Your eyes my voice, as I sing along to your enchanting song of love

Your kiss is the cresendo, building up to the height of our love song

You make love to me at the peak of our daily song.
Your good bye, the end of our song. As you return to your life
And I... I sit and wait for us to make a duet again

— The End —