Monday, May 18, 2009

Her beauty is a living sin.

As she walks past you,
She gives a seductive grin
She will make your heart spin
She'll cause a pain deep within.

She can play with you,
Melt your heart like snow
In her eye a sorcerous glow will show
But she will never stop by to say-Hello!

On the chair she sits with her perfect skin
With her fingers, a music she is typing
If you try to touch her, you will sink
Her beauty, her charm. She is a living sin.


  1. LOL... this coming from another living sin is pretty interesting... Wonder what makes you bring a Man's perspective out so neat !!! - Morgan.

  2. LOL...I so wish I was born a guy . God was just playing nice to boys when he made me ;-)

  3. talking about supercali-blah-blah-blah

  4. and this poem must say, I am very impressed..nice one Brinda...I dedicate thist to you... :-)

  5. @ Paresh: Thanks for dedicating my own poem to me.

  6. Hahaha..A special mention to God then and I guess we should appreciate Patty's sense of humor too here ;)-Morgan.


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