Midnight,
Stilettos click like latches against red brick,
Scarlet talons filed into right-angles.
Pomegranate breasts heavy with tantalising secrets,
Fiery hair tousled, but not from the wind.
Purrs with blazing eyes,
I am vicious in every way that I am vivacious
Poisonous in all my poise
Embellish me with your touch,
And spill Grey Goose down my throat.
Walk your fingers up my thighs
(One more inch, don’t be afraid now)-
Closer, until you can taste my cigarette smoke.
Unclasp my claret lips with your tongue, use it to pull out the words you want to hear,
And I in turn will leave a scar on yours
(But be careful now honey-
That’s not lipstick you see there).
Tattoo your lips into my neck-
We don’t need pills to fall asleep,
Just breathe in my scent, my perfume.
Oh it’s sweet, oh it’s good,
Yes darling, it’s chloroform.
So damm good
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Thank you 🙂
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This is fantastic! Love the darkness, mystery, and eroticism of it. LIke a good noir film. Well done!
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Thanks! Yes, my inspiration largely did come from noir films 🙂
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Agood love with eroticism finely depicted .Agood poem you are very good
regards
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Thank you so much!
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you are always welcome
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This was such a great post 😄😄
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Thank you! Much appreciated 🙂
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Sweet.
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Thanks!
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Reblogged this on Still Another Writer's Blog.
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Brilliantly done 🙂
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Thank you so much 🙂
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Incred edible…:)
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Thank you 🙂
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Wow, you created the ambiance like Keats for God’s sake. I saw her, felt the situation. Stellar job
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Wow, that’s very flattering! Thank you so much! 🙂
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Haha, coincidentally I wrote a Femme Fatale poem too, but yours painted the picture down to the detail, a tantalising read. Mine cannot compare 😩😩😩
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Thank you! That’s too flattering 🙂
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I LIKE it! Thank you for stopping by my blog. I read this poem and thought, “I’ m not the only one who has a ‘dark muse’ sometimes.” Perhsps I will now post my poem about another creature of the night. 🙂
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You’re welcome 🙂 I’m glad my piece has inspired you! Please let me know if you write such a piece 🙂
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I was well surprised, brilliant!
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Thanks! Means a lot 🙂
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Your most welcome!
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Provocative, you Provocateur!
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I see what you did there – too smart 🙂
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Wow! This was Amazing!!!
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Thank you! So sorry for the late reply, don’t know why I didn’t see it!
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Wow, on impact. Three songs do come in mind with this. Femme Fatale by Duran Duran, Emma Peel by Dishwalla and These Boots are made for walking(cant remember the singer).
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Wow, just had a quick listen to these songs. Absolutely in love with the lyrics! It captures so perfectly what I was trying to convey – thank you!
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I do love how duran duran really eloquently makes that statement ” she’s a femme fatale”.
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Definitely! It’s so good
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Very interesting… an invitation and a warning. I’ve read a few of your poems just now and I like that I can visualise them as I read. Thanks for stopping by Rinnah’s Place.
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Thank you! That means a lot 🙂
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This is so good! Exhilarating in every sense!
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Glad you enjoyed it! 🙂
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The imagery here is fantastic. Perfect use of language. (btw, thanks for the like.)
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Thank you so much! 🙂
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#Vicious
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This reminded me of La Romana by Alberto Moravia. Bursting in eroticism.
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Hm, haven’t read that, but will definitely check it out! Thanks so much x
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