When I wore a bangle of pointed thorns on my wrists; they got apathetically scarred, 

A series of raw bruise developed with the unleashing hour; and ravines of warm blood trickled down my fingers.

 

When I put on a bangle of live reptile on my hands; it tickled me voraciously, 

The venomous creature hissed enchantingly for a while; eventually striking its

perfidious fangs indiscriminately in my flesh.

 

When I wore a bangle of dead frog on my wrists; there wafted an unbearable

stench in the atmosphere, 

Also the skin in proximity with the contraption developed a plethora of

infection; catering to a host of abominable insects.

 

When I wore a bangle of sea shell on my wrists; it initially imparted me a

majestic look, 

But the exhilaration soon faded; as a fleet of slimy worm came crawling from the inside recesses.

 

When I wore a bangle impregnated with ravishing honey on my wrists; it

glimmered tenaciously in the midday Sun, 

Although after a few hours I found; the obstreperous humming bees encircling

it perceiving it to be their hive.

 

When I wore a bangle of insipid grass on my wrists; the frigid blades tickled me pertinently, 

And every now and then; I had to scratch my flesh; executing overwhelming force of my finger nail.

 

When I wore a bangle of jingling metal on my wrists; it glittered profoundly under the creamy moon, 

However it provoked me to the threshold of irritation; as it produced cacophonic noise; every time I moved my hand.

 

When I wore a bangle of pure gold on my wrists; it incarcerated the attention

of several pedestrians, 

The penurious could hardly believe their eyes; immediately chalked astute plans of actions to steal it.

 

When I wore a bangle of elephant teeth on my wrists; it highlighted richness blended with rustic tradition, 

Although I felt pervaded with remorse for the colossal beast; nostalgically reminisced the agony it must have felt while dying.

 

And finally when I wore the bangle of our love on my wrists; all my apprehensions vanished into minute oblivion, 

My hands; my persona; and the coordination of my senses all got astronomically reinvigorated; and they seemed to be gaining strength as each day unveiled into perilous night.