Crimson lips
heady scent
pheromones
dancing invisible
tantalizing
teasing
every eye drawn
not understanding.
She stands
erect
dignified
head cocked
surveying the mass
spread before her
an enviable buffet
to choose from
to sate needs from
to satisfy desires from.
All have been invited.
All have turned out.
Greedy little bastards.
Oink oink
goes the piggy
brought this plight
upon themselves
they did.
She smiles.
Eyes darken
graceful gliding
silence falls
tap tap tick
down the stairs
to him she goes.
Sultry smile
runs taloned finger
from cheek to chin
turns
beckons
strides to dais
sits upon blooded throne.
Party reignites
settles in
her pet upon her feet.
Palpable
fear laced air
stoned glances
hide
cower
look closer
they have much to fear.
During times of need
they never hungered.
During times of war
they knew only peace.
During times of peace
they strew dissidence.
During times of plenty
they sought to steal more.
One
two
three
come darling
look at me
four
five
six
I am not happy yet
seven
eight
nine
and ten
never should you have sinned.
©Oct. 10/20
Picture via PInterest
I am now fully satiated
and a-toned, Jay-lyn 🙏😎
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Thank you so much. Am glad that you enjoyed the poem. I seem to have several dark beauties roused in my mind and they are clamoring for release. I have enjoyed writing about them. 🙂
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Thank you. 🤓💜
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Love this!!!
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Thank you. 💋💋😘💜🤓
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Oh my god! I absolutely adore this!! You’ve outdone yourself lil Sis!! xxx
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Thank you. As soon as I saw the word sultry I flashed on crimson lips but was not sure if going out right vampire or more subtle revenge demoness sorta heroine. Only I would consider my dark women heroines lol
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Me too LOL xxx Love it, love you xx
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They are knocking louder and louder lol ✊✊✊✊
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Love you too 😘😘 xoxoxo
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