A Devilish Woman
Tear away her chains,
those naughty wrist cuffs,
necklace, hot boots,
red lipstick
see, under her pink camisole,
there's a heart beat,
flickering,
fading, diminishing.
Tear away her smile
and there's a dark place,
mixed with poison
and it will be!
String along for the ride
and she'll kiss you,
lick you,
destroy you.
Tear away from desire
for she's a demon,
a she witch
a devil in disguise.
poem by Ruth Walters
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
