Sacred sins


Pink skin, glint eyes, tender tips and toes.

Another Sheila entered this life.

Linen sheet was her haven.

High thread count sheet swooned soon.

 

Balls of fluff faulted the sheet.

Pill, bleach and patches petrified.

Choir chorused with muffled tongues.

In chorus, they said,” No more! “

 

Sinful shadows sinned her sheet.

Spooling and unspooling of her make.

Choir chorused with muffled tongues.

“Vows of chastity are in shards.”

 

Her frills and cleavage hoodwinked the blameless boys.

Low caste, drama queen pinch-hit in anonymous rooms.

Extrovert, harlot, sultry in slinky wear.

Choir chorused with censuring tongues.

 

Muddled media, the puppet in the spot light.

Slit in tongue, no ink in pen.

Sages staged morals in immoral society.

High thread count sheet fainted soon.

 

Y-Security and glory to money bags.

Cash for life, a reward to dead life.

Shun the inchoate icing of equality.

Old wine in new bottle; Sati or Rape.

 

 

 

 

 

Pink skin, glint eyes, tender tips and toes.

Another Sheila entered this life.

Linen sheet was her haven.

High thread count sheet swooned soon.

 

Balls of fluff faulted the sheet.

Pill, bleach and patches petrified.

Choir chorused with muffled tongues.

In chorus, they said,” No more! “

 

Sinful shadows sinned her sheet.

Spooling and unspooling of her make.

Choir chorused with muffled tongues.

“Vows of chastity are in shards.”

 

Her frills and cleavage hoodwinked the blameless boys.

Low caste, drama queen pinch-hit in anonymous rooms.

Extrovert, harlot, sultry in slinky wear.

Choir chorused with censuring tongues.

 

Muddled media, the puppet in the spot light.

Slit in tongue, no ink in pen.

Sages staged morals in immoral society.

High thread count sheet fainted soon.

 

Y-Security and glory to money bags.

Cash for life, a reward to dead life.

Shun the inchoate icing of equality.

Old wine in new bottle; Sati or Rape.

 

 

 

 

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