The word "misnomer" trails my path,
As I spread my bare arms infront their eyes.
The gaudy colours shout out unsophistication
The avaricious dresses berating those succulent curves
The decorums split me into scarlet pieces
All of the sanity brews under the precarious day light,

The word "miss desire" seems sketched on my back
As my sleek arms caresses assumed vows of paradise
The subtle colours slip down in silence
The slim fit dress kissing those delicious curves
Those ghoulish desire rips me into lusted pieces
All of the insanity procures under dazzling moon light