Monday, March 23, 2009

That She-Devil

She stays under your skin,
her charm always
always slips right in

She might eat u alive
but always with a smile
dining in style
with aggravated guile

Call her and want her
beg her and bed her
she wants it all
no price is so small

she'll laugh and carry on
just believe her beyond
the doe eyes, porcelain skin
small frame that sins

this girl she haunts not just me
but she is adept cynically
and critically
the idea of her taunts me

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