VixenA Poem by RaiHer rope is around his neck, as she struts into her lair. He's an emotional wreck, lost in the smell of her hair.
A siren must play her game,' and sing a man her sultry tune. A snake he tries to tame, but only by the light of the moon.
In the morning she's always gone, leaving not a trace. He awakes to the dawn, a loser in the Vixen's race. © 2011 Rai |
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