HIV/Aids

She is Beautiful;
Kinda confusing because i cant really tell her age, race, language nor gender,
She is Attractive;
Truth be told, she is my type, i mean she is; short, tall, chubby, round,curvy not forgetting slender.

She comes like reality to my dreams,
As we all dream big, well she is that dreams come true.
All expensive and mind blowing, Blowing even the idea of staying pure.
She wears confidence like makeUp, leaving the scene with no clue.

She is fine!!!
Her voice is like my favorite sound,
Words uttered, like an echo sound in my head leaves me bound,
She is like a silent thought i wish to share alound.

Her Smiles make me forget whether am married or single,
Her eyes draws me so close, that getting naked becomes simple.

Her Name is HIV/AIDS

Those who have met her, say; she is more painful that any kind of accident,
More real than meeting your favorite Celeb,
She is like a memory i wish to forget;
A turning curve, A new page filled with regrets.

Now hear this from me;
Never Judge a book by its cover;
So, Be careful Who you let in,
Better of clothed than skin!!!