She Devil To a T.




Devil make me
a Woman like you,
eyelash satin midnights
moths dash to your lamplit
window dressing
kept them guessing
such is your glow,
I confess it's a bit unsettling
When a shadow crosses the screen
Silver shivers run like rain
She beats anything, anyone I've ever seen
So I look for her again
Evil maybe
or is it just that She has everything
enough to steal the Show and more
So much more that just her Make-up...



Poetry by fyodr
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Written on 2007-08-07 at 21:20

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