Misnomer

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