She can make the world surrender and lay at her feet,
By a mere charisma of her deep eyes
And the sanctimonious curve of her glossy lips.
The moon too concealed behind the clouds,
When she strutted along radiating her ravishing beauty wherever she set foot.
No matter how hard you try
You won't be able to prise open the darkest secrets enthroned in her heart,
Threatening to spill out any moment
Obliterating you,
Leaving you groping your way back to reality..