Paper dolls gathered all around
With sticks and stones
And bones in the ground
All wait in line for venom
To course through the pins of violent delights
Ice and fire
Fire and ice
Voodoo in its politest form
Whimsy, witchcraft and throwing rice
Burn the ghosts of a ferocious past
And a love left forlorn

This is a little one sided
Cause I need to **** like I'm about to get indicted
Forget all those candles
And your need to light them
Come here and let me feel your tightness

Excuse my demeanor
I'm usually the politest.
Not trying to be loquacious,
Just a tad persuasive.
Don't have time for chit-chat
Just want to use my lips to make your lips flap

But, let's forget that
Tie you up
Go 50 shades
Place these furry cuffs where your wrist is at.
Maybe I'll be the perfect guy
Hem you up in a bathroom
Bite and **** on ya lip like a vacuum.

Maybe, just maybe I'm jumping the gun.
But these thoughts were fun.
So before I come off crazy,
Let me just say Hello to you, ***!

Dark souls within garbs bright.
Elegantly attired men in white.
As if politest creature on land.
Travel miles in verdure or sand.

Palms joined before the *****.
A traditionalistic Indian custom.
Faces with unending smiles.
False promises in stockpiles.

From street to street in clusters.
From door to door like beggars.
Their words like song of psalms.
Red or black, color of their palms.

But all are like seasonal bugs.
Many amongst them are thugs.
Their actions draws intense flak.
Tis a choice 'tween red or black.

The residual feeling of
politest departure with
the loving manner,
sings out its heart to you.

This systematic means of the
language entreats its unquietly
wordlessness to give an
affectionate embrace to
your benignity.

The lover of this epic love
seems to be astounded by the
expounding intervention of your
tender verses.

-Restoring overtures of a trouveur endures an unnecessarily
worrying heart.

Shivpriya
#beautifulthingsandemotions

I give you A nod, A how do you do.
You nod right back, in the politest way too.
I give you wave, on this particular day,
You copied my wave, in a similar way.
I moved to one side, to let you get by,
Yet you waited for me, without saying why.
I smiled at you, as you moved on behind,
I think maybe we’ve passed, some other time.
I change my path, from this way to that,
Then suddenly I see you, coming right back.
Is this simply A minor coincidence,
One of those that makes no sense.
Then I stop, I see you there,
Fixated on me, with your dark stare.
I dart to my left, you move to your right,
Your following me, I know your type.
I start to move, I pick up my pace,
Thats when we begin to race.
I criss and I cross, to shake you off.
I duck and I dive, to bide more time.
I have to stop for it’s no use,
For me to try too lose you.
You check mate me right throughout,
Without A SHADOW of A doubt.

I am not to be remarked
as a lonely woman,
‘cause you may not know
or I may not seem so,
but I am
a big bad wolf.
Don’t you dare stare at my *******,
even if you are
desperate enough,
just remember,
that these little beasts
are looking right back at you.
Don’t you dare notice my curves,
even if you do
settle upon the extra weight
I carry,
be manly enough, to not judge me.
Don’t you dare look at my skirt length,
even if you are shameless enough to do that,
just remember
the shorter it goes,
your brain is shrinking to the same size too.
Don’t you dare assume that my smile means “**** me”
‘cause in the politest way I can say,
it means
“*******”