MarionetteA Poem by Dream WeaverCut the stringsYour eyes like daggers slicing straight through my heart, shamelessly seducing my vulnerability as if a spare part. Your naughty demeanor your scandalous chatter, evokes haphazardly such titillating gray matter. You enjoy playing coy with your come hither grin, as I beg you for mercy my ultimate sin. Such naughty whispers like a cheap souvenir, for I am the marionette and you my puppeteer. Enticing me closer with curves that kill, one taste of your lips caught in the middle of this delicacy you swill. Chew me up and spit me out, cast your shadow over my doubt... Woe is me my libidinous pitfall; Too hot to handle so I’m gonna crawl.
(C) 7/1/12
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