Lust and RevengeA Poem by laylaA story of love lust and lies....
The sun breaks at 6, and the color around Ads to my beauty, and shines off my gown I think to myself, no one finer then thee The ball that a-waits, I can see from the tree
Eyes lined in black, brows utterly plucked Hair soft and smooth, and perfectly tucked I showcase the diamonds, they hang off my ear No one can miss them, the expense is quiet clear
My lips a red rose, screams lust and appeal The boys at the ball, will all want to steal Sweet kiss from my lips, weighs heavy in mind But I’m not that girl, like the ones you will find
My cheeks they stay rosy, with matching red lips My dress is all laced, flows right off my hips The black lace it carries, around the fine parts Will be cause of the beating, in all the men’s hearts
I cautiously smirk, as I think of the thought The teasing and power, ill play and ill plot The music box sings, a story of man I choose to take in , as I conjugate plan
This box I was given, that beautifully plays A cold chilling sound, I remember his ways No wife and no children, I promise to you These were his words, he sweet fully blew
So I redden my lips, reveal my sweet chest the seductive lined lace, will put no man to rest I step to the carriage, sit strong as a I ride You poor foolish man, you should never have lied © 2012 layla |
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Added on September 7, 2012Last Updated on September 7, 2012 Author
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