Rock Me


Rock Me

She’s got her face on tonight,
Ruby red pucker
And a stiletto to pierce a man’s heart.
Drunk on love,
And taking dangerous curves
Like a regular James Dean.
Her wild lullaby
Could rock him all night long.
What a sweet way
To Die.

12 thoughts on “Rock Me

  1. Nirvani, this is a brilliant poem. You’ve capture the essence and magic of this story and put the ingredients in a perfumed bottle 🙂 Thank you for making me smile to my roots! Michele

  2. A beautiful picture, a beautiful poem and beautiful blues…..
    This is not a blog….. this is heaven.
    Beautiful soul, thank you.

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