Abstract Art Work - Spectral Revolutions - Splashes of Emotions

A slab of poetry to convey the typical art work persona

Rawness of her body

She stands by the window

Naked and blush

Wearing nothing but red soled heels

The room lights to her mood

With her every step, sounds the devils trill

Power absolute not weak one bit

Her eyes make men rise and fall

For she breaks the weak and tortures the stable.

The wind dares to blow her hair

Her breasts a handful of youth

Lips so red, roses bow before her

Her body shaped like a guitar with every curve near and far, perfect ratio, musically strung. Beware of the tune you wish to hear, pluck her wrongly she may not forgive.

Her legs give the final signals, open slightly with muscle torsions, she makes my mind go insane. I've sold my soul to the devil not a coin to go with but only to experience life's pleasure and heart wrenching pain. - NKR 2015