Black Widow

Dragon blood

days of yore

in fantasy

courtesan I be

wrapped in luxurious sable

reclined

pillows

Arabian silks

gauzy veils.

Bejewled

hands of gold

held out

kissed

kings lay at my feet

whispering promises

riches

dreams I can only desire

jaded that I be.

Cherry slicked lips

forked tongue

devil I speak

purring here

pouting there

pulled into my web

woven

poison pumped

directly to vein.

Never was a connection made

never was a sorceress condemned

fled next

play the flute

each time

I surpass myself

I have to up the game.

©May 28/20

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