The Strategist
Aloof on the battle field her combat skill cries,
Irish blood runs wild with little inebriation,
Indian warrior counts coup in feather stories,
Russian Viking lines in dormant breeding.
Duchess plays nature with tulip aroma,
Creative Polish gene encounters blush with pink,
A wild thing as the spirits seduces her faith;
Tempting to redo her life's aspirations?
Touch me not with your hate for I am no kin;
Hold me to thy lips with love so we may sin.
Copyright © Jai Garg | Year Posted 2009
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