Maiden of Malice

Preening
little cock
shuffling feet
trying to get near
elusive
lynx lithe
I move ahead
come hither look over my shoulder.
Weaving a maze
delicate dance
melody heard
sung only from my lips
pulling you
directing you
reeling
lust painfully aware
disdain in my stare.
Pitiful
easy
too easy
although…..
you never were the smartest
not that sharpest knife in the drawer
people do say.
Temptress
hands grope
growl
me
you
who will ever know.
Lead you down the garden gate
short comings
cummings short
(I am so witty)
breath
gasps
begging…..
slow down.
Fatty fatty two by four
could never fit through the kitchen door. 
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watching face
puce
sucking air
stiletto on chest
not so obnoxious now
poor poor little man
should have thought
should have considered
why did I not go
to the highest bidder?
©April 20/20
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