MY CLAWS
MY CLAWS
Waiting for my prey
Sharping my claws
Clicking them to check their sharpness
With faces painted like cats
The shining glossy lipstick on my lovely lips
The soft pink mascara gleaming on my eyelids
The black kajal adorning the lower tip of my eyes
Heightening the beautiful shape of my almond-shaped eyes
An ever so soft gentle smile flirting on my glossy lovely lips
my eyebrows trimmed into a fine shape of a bow
The color darkened with the black eyeliner
Heightening the glare of my raised eyebrow
questioning the mischief of others
the pearl ear studs hanging teasing from my soft ear lobes
the tips of my round ear lobes looking shy in the soft rosy pink mascara
colorful bangles jingling on my delicate wrist
the golden Kada at the end of the colorful bangles
soft design in Mehendi at the back of my soft lovely left hand
the long caresses of the long hair covering my bosom
half-covering my smooth back
the soft red-pink blouse barely concealing my full bosom
the ripe nipple erect trying to break free
from behind the soft fabric of my blouse
a single thread of my blouse tied like a ribbon behind my back
holding the blouse just above my ripe erect cherry red nipples
making one pray it will just slip
exposing the glory of my beautiful soft gentle delicate slender bodies
the single blouse thread tied on my beautiful back
unable to hide my voluptuous curves
the lowly tied ghagra skirt
just above the hip blades
exposing my deliciously beautiful naval
teasing the mind intoxicating the senses
the ghagra skirt split from the one side
running down the entire length of the skirt
exposing my long slender legs from thigh to the ankle
teasingly peeping from behind the soft fabric of the skit
every time the soft wind gently un ruffles my skirt
the fragrance of my scent of a woman
softly floating far in the winds
to the sands dunes
shifting them from one place to another
in search of you
the sliver Payal on my ankles softly
jingling like the melodious songs of the one that you wait for
the red streak of color around the souls of my feet
making the souls of my feet look like a new bride
the toenails gleaming merrily in the
bright glistening nail polish
waiting for the prey
sharpening my claws
just for you
who gets fascinated
intoxicated by my war paint
who loses his soul in my worship
keeps them waiting for eternity, just escapes just runs away at the sight of my war paint
for you, just for you, and you just keep waiting
sharpening my claws waiting for my prey…