` My Black Rose `
She was like a provocative Black Rose, alluring, but elusivly rare, blooming in front of our eyes - desired by all cultivated by none...
Those raw eyebrows eased down gently to her black chic eyelashes. An artist could not have painted her any sweeter....
When she broke into a smile, her beguiling, pearly white teeth lit up the room. Filed to perfection, her crimsom red fingernails ran through her dark black hair. Spools of it plunged around her silhouette perfect face, concealing a swan’s neck, elegant and smooth....
Her nebulous, devouring eyes which sparkled with the ‘joie de vivre’. They were like two embers penetrating into the darkness....
Her lush lips whispering in a lyrical voice as sweet as any songbird. Her voguish clothes still kept captive an aroma redolent of cinnamon and meadow-fresh mint. It lingered in the room long after she had gone....
That remarkable Black Rose, elusive and provocatively rare, blooming in front of our eyes - Desired by all cultivated by none...
Words - sjbeaux
Artist - Iskander.Diwani
~ Writer's Thoughts ~
"A painful thorn, on a black rose,
with such elegance, she bears it all." - Unknown
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