Sam Sam - Contrast

Pink lady of pleasure, red vine
Of rapture; luring wanton moments
Its teasing charm
Tattooed skin, pierced flesh
Wrapped up pleasing warm,
Never enough to lift heart
A step further the chandelier-lit
Windows half-open; silhouettes
Away of lonely night cold
Breathe home fragrance of old
Romance, lulling back on mind a picture:
A melancholic maid musing frail,
Celestial scent on her locks
These perfumed chicks fail,
When on her light touch violin rhapsody
Would melt in tearful melody.


Then for a smile
Would blush this little heart shy;
A smile... on her face would vie,
All these lips money could buy

That parting sad kiss sad and all
Years of separation,
Like heaven to hell contrast.

These lens eyes
Glancing empty looks,
Reflect hearts shallow
On this bare stage of conceit.

Sam Sam

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