Femme Fatale

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Felt poetic! Click here to get a feel for what the poem will be expressing 🙂

With a bat of her lashes

She can cause clashes

The master puppeteer

 

Her sultry curves

can upturn worlds

when she’s lent an eye or ear

 

You lock eyes through the smoke

and try not to choke

distracted by her red lips

 

Don’t trust her a moment

or you’ll be a component

in her plan she leads with her hips

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About adorableangst

I am from apples, from pepperidge farms and vanilla I am from my Grandmother's paintings that hang on the walls I am from the cut grass, the sunflower I am from the disgusting cinnamon roll Christmas tree From Brennah, Jami and Gary I am from the bad jokes and "go fish", from "go to college" and "always forgive" I'm from "here I stand I cannot differ" I'm from Germany, cajun fried turkey and gumbo From the time my twin sister ran into the mirror thinking it was me and the the fact that that was not the first time. I am from the shelves and shelves of scrapbooks and memories in my living room (and more recently facebook), who's contents are untouched by time...and won't be

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