The SuccubusA Poem by Chris T.She's the kind of girl you know is trouble but can't resist.
Pretentious beauty
Scarred Hard heart Social illiteracy- Literally. Foggy cage Cushions her brain Touched just a tad enough to be fashionably insane. Boorish praise from
silverback gentry Kneel! Her wish is their command. Devilish eyes
Flaming Burning bright mischievous and mendacious- Mortal she is not. Man is
damned Man is doomed When her presence enters a room. © 2009 Chris T.Reviews
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