Femme Fatale

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
A woman who plays into men's weakness to get what she wants.

Submitted: June 28, 2016

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Submitted: June 28, 2016



Abruptly punctured, indiscernible but structured,

In the flesh, figment of a fictioneer.

Smile like a fine-tooth comb that parts my lips,

In a sense, I know that I can never control you.

Her lip’s the arrow tip and targets passed my tongue,

A direct hit, where your intent was directed.

Heat seeking hands ignore the band around my pants,

As it’s so clear that this is not for innocents.


Slow down marauder,

You were once the humble daughter,

Of a man that wanted anything but this.

Simple and joyous, like a church-going chorus,

An ensemble made for guilt bestowed on you.

A sinking spiral in the ocean’s wake,

Please ignore the paved road straight, in the fork ahead.

Sounds like decisions made,

But they created something fake to take you back to that “once good you.”


An open roadress, brimming sorcery and skin,

Her soul was aqueous, before the fires set within.

An S.O.S. superbly feigned,

Attracts the good ones to her game,

But she was never in distress. 

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