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as she seduced him with her ruby lips…

 

“Those loves which are for the sake of color (outward beauty) are not love: in the end they are a disgrace”

– Rumi

I watched his eyes, rich with desire
follow the gentle sway of her hips;
and she knew, oh how she knew
as she seduced him with her ruby lips

I watched, bemused
at the way he became unhinged;
at how easily he forgets
after the lights go out,
she becomes nothing more than
paper skin

Priya Patel

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