Piercing My Heart

Piercing my heart: Her nose-pin twinkles at me, Her lip-ring smiles at me, Her dark eyes make me lust, Leaving everything like rust. Her cheek-piercings make fake dimples, Fake eyelashes arise ripples, Inside my heart. She is a prostitute from Havana, I first met her in a sea-side cabana, On my head, she fastened a cool bandana, Every night, she gives me insomnia. Tiny star tattoos trailing her waist, I want to keep her in my vest, On me, she pours liquor of zest, With her I’m never exhausted. To her tunes, I’m devastated. The navel piercing makes her sensuous, She makes my heart joyous, The tattooed sun under her navel, and the inked baby angel, Are enough to create a novel, About her. I can’t forget the cross tattoo on her backbone, And the chuckle of her cheekbone. I can’t forget how her toe-rings caressed my body, And her toe-rings were gazed by me. To me, she means joy, Her cupid tattoo is carnal envoy. She showers drops of joy, With tiny stars convoy. I kissed the tribal tatt on her lower back, I’ve loved her for god’s sake, Her sensuality makes me shake, But I am not fake. I desire to bed her every night; I desire to be her personal knight, Loving her is my birth right, I conceal her inside. She is my secret passion, She is my strange obsession, I can tear away all taboos for her, She has pierced my heart. I love the way she smokes a cigar, I love how she applies glitter, I love the way her lips shimmer, But I hate the way she ogles at strangers. I depict her face on my life-canvas, I inscribe her name on each piece of paper, She makes my days luminous. She is invincible and incredible, In my life, her presence is inevitable. I wish I were a gem of her necklace, I’d ward off her foes like savage, I’ve kissed her anklet, I’ve loved her restless, She’s made me mad, And colored my fad!!