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…and then she claimed into the moving metal bogie, in a
flamboyant
attire, with no make over, with no polished nails.
Her eyes
were sharp like a guillotine, every time she closes and
every time
she opens it shines as if it was sharpened.
Like a
slash of a great warrior, her torso was a clean cut
designed
with divine’s own precision toolkit.
Her bosom
complimented the waves of the oceans and
every wave
threw a spear in the air puncturing my hormonal sack.
I could
metaphor her hair with the moonglade on the ocean, it was
not black
nor blonde, it was plaited and glittering.
My
olfactory picked no fragrance, no scent: natural or artificial,
other than
the extreme cologne of femininity!
I have read
about Ishtar, a delicate beauty, but
this woman
was far delicate than Ishtar, a hawk’s feather.
When with
no special power we want to look beautiful and
Why not a
devil with all super power wants to look ugly!
-S.K
