Beauty queen.

Every touch is electric.

Every kiss is like a bomb, 

waiting to explode.

Tongue touching your skin,

your lips.

Your every move is a dance

of a queen.

Piece of your mind

Going in the war.

Their sadness, like the wind

Going through your hair,

Whispering your dreams.

Like your lips,

Red lipstick

Rock and Roll song

Dreams do come true

Just let go of the war.