The purple rush

Troubled with boredom,
Caved in the four walls of her cabin,
Driven By thirst of power
She decided to take a little detour
Pamper herself and find her a suitable paramour.

Off she left, speeding in her car
To the land of the dreams bizarre,
She chose red, she chose blue,
To make her bottled fantasies come true.

She looked at herself wondering in her mind,
Celebrating the victory of her latest find,
Shinning in the mirror with a smile of admire,
How a two-piece attire can invigorate any one’s desire!
Waiting to be shed, whether blue or red
Dancing to the tune of romance
Be it in London or in France.

Adorned in purple, under the curls of her dress,
Cognizant of rules she dared to transgress,
She walked in style through the aisle.
Heads turned, Gaping and staring at every step she took,
She gave them a glance, it was her chance
To fill her life with a tinge of romance.

Well aware she had to act fast
Long this feeling may not last!
She thought aloud, skimming through the crowd
Who would be the lucky charm
The one who would make her feel light and warm.

At first, she set her eyes on Jack,
He looked mysterious, nibbling on his snack
He, she reckoned, was ideal for black.

Next came Arnold, Draped in a Canali bespoke
Showing his rolex in bold,
He, she knew, would definitely go for gold.

Then it was Tom’s turn who looked so stern
His eyes intense with emotions many unsaid
He, she concluded, would be passionate for Red.

Enticed by his opulence, disarming her continence
This charmer was perfectly ample
He, she fancied , is ideal for purple.

Thoroughly enjoying this experience in her mind,
She had a glass of her favorite wine.
Suddenly reality made her conscience twinge,
No more in a mood to mingle, she decided to unhinge.
Objectify the live, Enliven the object
Thinking of the thought her mind started to reflect
An abject misery with no emotions to tie
She gently got up and said good bye.