Nail PolishA Poem by SolidadFeeling beautiful?
I am the bridge closing the clash gap,
between you Gucci sash and your red Prada shoes. If and when you shake me I may or may not come out. Depending on the temperature. I am the defining factor as to if your hands are beautiful, Or not. You use me early in the day to avoid a mess Spreading me thin, In order to savor the attention I pay, to your fingers, Occationally you become lazy, and after a bubble bath you use me, to accentuate your toes, But be careful love, For if you sleep with me while wet, I may stain your sheets. © 2010 Solidad |
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