#fatale - Hello Poetry

Come closer my father once told me that between my ******* between my lips, between my thighs, lies a power without mercy. I have learned to wield it like a blade. My mind is the theatre, my thoughts the stage where you are both the hero and the sacrifice. I will not simply kiss you I will bind you, thread your breath through mine until you cannot remember where you end and I begin. I will lead you by the hand into velvet darkness, make you believe it is safety, then whisper the truth in your last moment of doubt: I am the enchantress they warned you about, the poison they served in a crystal glass. They call me femme fatale, but I am older than the name, more ancient than fear. I do not **** I make you walk willingly into your own beautiful ruin. I blow a kiss, goodbye.

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Aug 12, 2025

Aug 12, 2025 at 12:17 AM UTC

Marwan-Baytie

Margaretha Geertruida MacLeod

Come closer my father once told me that between my ******* between my lips, between my thighs, lies a power without mercy. I have learned to wield it like a blade. My mind is the theatre, my thoughts the stage where you are both the hero and the sacrifice. I will not simply kiss you I will bind you, thread your breath through mine until you cannot remember where you end and I begin. I will lead you by the hand into velvet darkness, make you believe it is safety, then whisper the truth in your last moment of doubt: I am the enchantress they warned you about, the poison they served in a crystal glass. They call me femme fatale, but I am older than the name, more ancient than fear. I do not **** I make you walk willingly into your own beautiful ruin. I blow a kiss, goodbye.

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I'm not an 'ingénue' anymore - that’s been vitiated. I'm not innocent, pure, naive or vulnerable - which are technically, 'ingénue' requirements (I don’t make the rules). That being said, if no one has an objection, in terms of narrative trajectory, I'd like to be considered a 'fémme fatale' until further notice. . . Songs for this: HEATED by Beyoncé Hysterical Us by Magdalena Bay 11am 08.12

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Aug 12, 2024

Aug 12, 2024 at 10:25 AM UTC

anaisvionet

ingénues

I'm not an 'ingénue' anymore - that’s been vitiated. I'm not innocent, pure, naive or vulnerable - which are technically, 'ingénue' requirements (I don’t make the rules). That being said, if no one has an objection, in terms of narrative trajectory, I'd like to be considered a 'fémme fatale' until further notice. . . Songs for this: HEATED by Beyoncé Hysterical Us by Magdalena Bay 11am 08.12

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She's a would-be Disney villainess a temptress She's a would-be empress a mogul-ess She's a fear and she's a longing distant and yet, oh-so-near She's a myth and she's a nightmare so subtle, yet full of pith And so unreal yet in reality, so sad all because, she's ******* mad Mad like the full moon mad enough to tear her hair don't you stare Trope upon trope we lay upon the forbidden woman the discarded woman without hope If only we had the eye of compassion instead of berating her for her passion we'd heal our lost mothers and daughters at last

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Dec 7, 2020

Dec 7, 2020 at 12:58 AM UTC

thekristinwest

She's ******* Mad

She's a would-be Disney villainess a temptress She's a would-be empress a mogul-ess She's a fear and she's a longing distant and yet, oh-so-near She's a myth and she's a nightmare so subtle, yet full of pith And so unreal yet in reality, so sad all because, she's ******* mad Mad like the full moon mad enough to tear her hair don't you stare Trope upon trope we lay upon the forbidden woman the discarded woman without hope If only we had the eye of compassion instead of berating her for her passion we'd heal our lost mothers and daughters at last

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Pruning in disdain, irritation, tender pain. The velvet flowers cause you to tread-softly.

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Apr 13, 2020

Apr 13, 2020 at 8:04 PM UTC

deminlloyd

Lily of the valley

Pruning in disdain, irritation, tender pain. The velvet flowers cause you to tread-softly.

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I’d burnt out of the city, the long hours, high pressure financial job; and the uptight, high strung, high maintenance girlfriend. I’d walked out and away from the mess that had been my life, and found this place, far from it all, where time slowed, almost crawled, where there were no expectations, no schedules, no rules. Life was lived minute-by-minute, never giving a thought to what had to be done tonight, tomorrow, or for that matter, ever I’d flown in to the frenzied capital, rented a car, and made my way out of the beehive, towards the Caribbean coast, buying a map and following the road eastward, not knowing where I was going, or what I had in mind. I just wanted to get away, to be lost in the jungle. I would know the place when i saw it. It would feel right, like rain on a warm afternoon. I reached the coast, drove south, stopping at every village and bar along the way. There were barely any tourist, not much to see, no white sandy beaches, no ancient ruins, just countless impoverished fishing villages and family run kitchens to feed the locals, the fishermen, and occasional daring tourists Night was coming. I stopped at a village, found a kitchen by the shore, and ordered my usual, casado and una cerveza; my favorite. I asked the house mama for a room. She said they didn’t have rooms, only hammocks on the edge of the shore. I paid for the meal and a hammock. A girl took my hand and showed me to the hammock. The fisherman were already asleep in their hammocks, their boats shored, nets folded on the side, ready for their early morning foray into the turquoise sea. I woke, gently, to the sun brightening in the sky. I sat up, feet hanging off the hammock barely touching the sand. I got up, walked to the kitchen and sat at a table in a make shift court yard, palm leaves shading me from the sun, swaying slowly to the warm sea breeze. The house mama brought me gallo pinto with cafe con leche. Nothing had ever tasted so good. I got on the road, driving along the coast, to my left was an endless expanse of turquoise to the horizon, to my right, unbroken wall of jungle. I drove nonstop, till I got hungry and stopped at a village for gas and lunch. I walked into the trading post, and looked around. There were all sorts of supplies remote villagers and fisherman would need. On a whim, I bought a hammock, machete, water, canned goods, and beer, what I thought were all the essentials. I pulled out my map. There were no towns along this section of the road, only the occasional village. I was going to find a stretch of beach, setup camp, and chill, gazing out to the horizon until the sun set. I drove slow, checking out the beaches for a place to camp. The shore was a continuous, nondescript, pale brown, until i rounded a bend and the view opened up to a cove. Through the palms, I could see a black sand beach. Intrigued, I pulled the car to the side of the road, and hiked down to the beach. It was surreal. A secluded cove, black sand, fallen trees in the surf, the bark worn away from the abrasive sanding, branches reaching into the sky as if pleading for help. It was beautiful and eerie. But underneath it, I had a sense of foreboding. I couldn't figure out why and let it go, as I had found my little piece of paradise. This was the spot I was looking for, far from the villages, secluded, isolated, unworldly. I unpacked my stuff, opened a beer, setup the hammock, and settled in, slowly, eventually, falling asleep. I awoke at twilight. The temperature had cooled. If was comfortable, slightly balmy. The sun had set, the moon risen, hanging over the turquoise sea, casting a long reflection to the shore. I looked out over the water, saw something, a shark, a dolphin, breaking the mirrored surface, probably hunting the shoals for food. I dismissed it, and thought twice about going for a swim. I saw it again, this time close. I watched, curious, hoping to get a better view, when I saw a head, a human head, slowly bobbing up and down. I got out of my hammock, walked to the shore to get a closer look. I looked out and saw eyes. The eyes of a woman looking intently back at me. An uneasiness rose up inside of me. What was a lone woman doing in the water, in the evening, this far off the beaten path. She wasn’t thrashing, screaming, just bobbing in the water looking at me. She disappeared under the water. I watched, waiting for her to reappear. Was she a scuba diver? She surfaced, this side of the break, half her head protruding from the water. I could see her hair, eyes, and nose. She wasn’t bobbing, but kneeling in the the water. We stood there, looking at each other. I didn’t move, didn’t want to scare her away. She moved closer to shore. I got a better look at her. She had black hair, tanned skin, and big eyes, like those of a Japanese anime character. I blinked, not understanding or what to make of her eyes. I wanted to back away, get some distance between me and her, but I couldn't. I was frozen in place. She stood up, slowly, the water dripping down her hair, shoulders, chest. She was naked, tall, slim, with an hour glass figure and full, firm ******* She had the body of a goddess. She slowly walked up the beach, the full moon clearly visible behind her. I could see the rest of her, curved hips, long legs. She was a fantasy, walking out of my dreams into reality. She walked up to me, stopped an arm’s length away. I looked into her eyes. They were big, beautiful, turquoise green, like the color of the sea behind her, even more unbelievable, were her pupils. They were vertical, like those of a cat. Fear rose up in me. My gut told me to run. But another part of me was intrigued, worst, turned on, so I stayed, frozen in place. She had the beauty of a goddess, I was enthralled, I knew it. She knew it. Her right hand slowly reached out to me, touching my cheek, gently. Her eyes looking into mine for a reaction. I was getting flushed. My heart raced. My breath fast, a mixture of fear and lust. She put her palm around the nap of my neck, pulled me slowly to her, tilting her head, and kissed me, softly, gently on the lips. I started kissing back, getting aroused. She put her arm across my small of my back and pulled me into her, my body pressed into hers. I could feel her softness, warmth, inviting, and comforting. I put my hands on her hips, sliding down to cup her checks. She started to kiss me more aggressively, sliding her tongue in my mouth, ******* my lower lip into her mouth and biting down hard. I could feel the lust and passion in her kisses. I succumbed to her seduction. She lowered me down gently on to the sand, straddling, kissing me ever more fervently. She started unbuttoning my shirt, then ripped it open. She slide off my shorts and mounted me, sliding down to bottom of the shaft, rocking back and forth, her hands pressed against my chest. Her moans were soft, spasmodic, as she tilted her head back. She increased the intensity of her rocking, her moans grew louder, more intense, more visceral. Her beauty was intoxicating, her moans exciting, her every rock getting me closer, amplifying my arousal, till I came, convulsing in her arms, in ecstasy. She rolled over, flipping me on top of her, making sure I was deep inside her, a slight smile of satisfaction on her lips. She laid her head back onto the sand. I slide off and to her side her. She got up, looked me in the eyes, then started walking towards the water. I got up, chasing after her. She walked deeper into the surf. I followed. When the water reached her waist, she dove in the an coming wave and disappeared. I expected her to surface, but she didn’t. I walked faster, then paddled, then dove after her. I swam out, beyond my footing, past the breakers. I treaded water looking for her. I swam out further, knowing the danger. She reappeared, bobbing in the water, looking at me expressionless. Her eyes said everything, seducing me to her. I swam towards her, as she swam away, going further out to sea. The water got deeper, bluer, colder. She stopped. I caught up to her. We floated looking at each other. She drifted into me. Kissed me. I put an arm around her waist and pressed her into me. I wanted her, to have her, forever. I knew she was magical, grasped that she was a mermaid. I didn’t care. I was oversensed, no longer thinking, just feeling. I wanted more of her. We sank into the water, entwined, embracing, kissing. I couldn’t get enough. I needed air, but ignored it, preferring the euphoria of her body. The urgency to breath grew, becoming uncomfortable, then painful. I stopped kissing and let her go. She held on, tightening her arms around me. I pushed against her, trying to break free. My lungs caught fire, my mind panicked. I thrashed against her. Then all went black, my body relaxed. I went flaccid, as a peace came over me. She held on, as I convulsed, a final time, in her arms.

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Jan 19, 2020

Jan 19, 2020 at 2:06 PM UTC

ghost-queen

Fatal Kiss of a Mermaid (erotica)

I’d burnt out of the city, the long hours, high pressure financial job; and the uptight, high strung, high maintenance girlfriend. I’d walked out and away from the mess that had been my life, and found this place, far from it all, where time slowed, almost crawled, where there were no expectations, no schedules, no rules. Life was lived minute-by-minute, never giving a thought to what had to be done tonight, tomorrow, or for that matter, ever I’d flown in to the frenzied capital, rented a car, and made my way out of the beehive, towards the Caribbean coast, buying a map and following the road eastward, not knowing where I was going, or what I had in mind. I just wanted to get away, to be lost in the jungle. I would know the place when i saw it. It would feel right, like rain on a warm afternoon. I reached the coast, drove south, stopping at every village and bar along the way. There were barely any tourist, not much to see, no white sandy beaches, no ancient ruins, just countless impoverished fishing villages and family run kitchens to feed the locals, the fishermen, and occasional daring tourists Night was coming. I stopped at a village, found a kitchen by the shore, and ordered my usual, casado and una cerveza; my favorite. I asked the house mama for a room. She said they didn’t have rooms, only hammocks on the edge of the shore. I paid for the meal and a hammock. A girl took my hand and showed me to the hammock. The fisherman were already asleep in their hammocks, their boats shored, nets folded on the side, ready for their early morning foray into the turquoise sea. I woke, gently, to the sun brightening in the sky. I sat up, feet hanging off the hammock barely touching the sand. I got up, walked to the kitchen and sat at a table in a make shift court yard, palm leaves shading me from the sun, swaying slowly to the warm sea breeze. The house mama brought me gallo pinto with cafe con leche. Nothing had ever tasted so good. I got on the road, driving along the coast, to my left was an endless expanse of turquoise to the horizon, to my right, unbroken wall of jungle. I drove nonstop, till I got hungry and stopped at a village for gas and lunch. I walked into the trading post, and looked around. There were all sorts of supplies remote villagers and fisherman would need. On a whim, I bought a hammock, machete, water, canned goods, and beer, what I thought were all the essentials. I pulled out my map. There were no towns along this section of the road, only the occasional village. I was going to find a stretch of beach, setup camp, and chill, gazing out to the horizon until the sun set. I drove slow, checking out the beaches for a place to camp. The shore was a continuous, nondescript, pale brown, until i rounded a bend and the view opened up to a cove. Through the palms, I could see a black sand beach. Intrigued, I pulled the car to the side of the road, and hiked down to the beach. It was surreal. A secluded cove, black sand, fallen trees in the surf, the bark worn away from the abrasive sanding, branches reaching into the sky as if pleading for help. It was beautiful and eerie. But underneath it, I had a sense of foreboding. I couldn't figure out why and let it go, as I had found my little piece of paradise. This was the spot I was looking for, far from the villages, secluded, isolated, unworldly. I unpacked my stuff, opened a beer, setup the hammock, and settled in, slowly, eventually, falling asleep. I awoke at twilight. The temperature had cooled. If was comfortable, slightly balmy. The sun had set, the moon risen, hanging over the turquoise sea, casting a long reflection to the shore. I looked out over the water, saw something, a shark, a dolphin, breaking the mirrored surface, probably hunting the shoals for food. I dismissed it, and thought twice about going for a swim. I saw it again, this time close. I watched, curious, hoping to get a better view, when I saw a head, a human head, slowly bobbing up and down. I got out of my hammock, walked to the shore to get a closer look. I looked out and saw eyes. The eyes of a woman looking intently back at me. An uneasiness rose up inside of me. What was a lone woman doing in the water, in the evening, this far off the beaten path. She wasn’t thrashing, screaming, just bobbing in the water looking at me. She disappeared under the water. I watched, waiting for her to reappear. Was she a scuba diver? She surfaced, this side of the break, half her head protruding from the water. I could see her hair, eyes, and nose. She wasn’t bobbing, but kneeling in the the water. We stood there, looking at each other. I didn’t move, didn’t want to scare her away. She moved closer to shore. I got a better look at her. She had black hair, tanned skin, and big eyes, like those of a Japanese anime character. I blinked, not understanding or what to make of her eyes. I wanted to back away, get some distance between me and her, but I couldn't. I was frozen in place. She stood up, slowly, the water dripping down her hair, shoulders, chest. She was naked, tall, slim, with an hour glass figure and full, firm ******* She had the body of a goddess. She slowly walked up the beach, the full moon clearly visible behind her. I could see the rest of her, curved hips, long legs. She was a fantasy, walking out of my dreams into reality. She walked up to me, stopped an arm’s length away. I looked into her eyes. They were big, beautiful, turquoise green, like the color of the sea behind her, even more unbelievable, were her pupils. They were vertical, like those of a cat. Fear rose up in me. My gut told me to run. But another part of me was intrigued, worst, turned on, so I stayed, frozen in place. She had the beauty of a goddess, I was enthralled, I knew it. She knew it. Her right hand slowly reached out to me, touching my cheek, gently. Her eyes looking into mine for a reaction. I was getting flushed. My heart raced. My breath fast, a mixture of fear and lust. She put her palm around the nap of my neck, pulled me slowly to her, tilting her head, and kissed me, softly, gently on the lips. I started kissing back, getting aroused. She put her arm across my small of my back and pulled me into her, my body pressed into hers. I could feel her softness, warmth, inviting, and comforting. I put my hands on her hips, sliding down to cup her checks. She started to kiss me more aggressively, sliding her tongue in my mouth, ******* my lower lip into her mouth and biting down hard. I could feel the lust and passion in her kisses. I succumbed to her seduction. She lowered me down gently on to the sand, straddling, kissing me ever more fervently. She started unbuttoning my shirt, then ripped it open. She slide off my shorts and mounted me, sliding down to bottom of the shaft, rocking back and forth, her hands pressed against my chest. Her moans were soft, spasmodic, as she tilted her head back. She increased the intensity of her rocking, her moans grew louder, more intense, more visceral. Her beauty was intoxicating, her moans exciting, her every rock getting me closer, amplifying my arousal, till I came, convulsing in her arms, in ecstasy. She rolled over, flipping me on top of her, making sure I was deep inside her, a slight smile of satisfaction on her lips. She laid her head back onto the sand. I slide off and to her side her. She got up, looked me in the eyes, then started walking towards the water. I got up, chasing after her. She walked deeper into the surf. I followed. When the water reached her waist, she dove in the an coming wave and disappeared. I expected her to surface, but she didn’t. I walked faster, then paddled, then dove after her. I swam out, beyond my footing, past the breakers. I treaded water looking for her. I swam out further, knowing the danger. She reappeared, bobbing in the water, looking at me expressionless. Her eyes said everything, seducing me to her. I swam towards her, as she swam away, going further out to sea. The water got deeper, bluer, colder. She stopped. I caught up to her. We floated looking at each other. She drifted into me. Kissed me. I put an arm around her waist and pressed her into me. I wanted her, to have her, forever. I knew she was magical, grasped that she was a mermaid. I didn’t care. I was oversensed, no longer thinking, just feeling. I wanted more of her. We sank into the water, entwined, embracing, kissing. I couldn’t get enough. I needed air, but ignored it, preferring the euphoria of her body. The urgency to breath grew, becoming uncomfortable, then painful. I stopped kissing and let her go. She held on, tightening her arms around me. I pushed against her, trying to break free. My lungs caught fire, my mind panicked. I thrashed against her. Then all went black, my body relaxed. I went flaccid, as a peace came over me. She held on, as I convulsed, a final time, in her arms.

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She once let the world see her as a glass, fragile, delicate, transparent. She used to pray like God was listening. She used to make her parents proud. Until she was caught between two things: Who she needs to be and who she wants to be. She was daisies, calm and safe But she wanted to be a rose, confident and wild. Into the forest she goes... to lose her mind and find her soul. "You've change for the worst", they say. Why should she apologize for being the monster that she is, when nobody apologized for turning her into one?.. She was not born to be soft and scared, She was born to make the world change To have it shatter and shake in her fingertips. It's for you to decide whether she's heaven wrapped in hell Or hell wrapped in heaven. You may not believe in magic, but wait till you see her. Her heart was never this brave, she dances with her Devils, they call her "Queen". She had been in so many heartbreaks that her own heart learned how to saw. Forgotten flowers in lonely gardens, grow wicked blooms. She is fragile in nature, But that's what made her powerful, she made a fragile thing unbreakable. She wears her strength and darkness equally well. She's half Goddess, and half hell. //K.P, 07022019

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Jul 1, 2019

Jul 1, 2019 at 1:37 PM UTC

kae

Forgotten Flowers

She once let the world see her as a glass, fragile, delicate, transparent. She used to pray like God was listening. She used to make her parents proud. Until she was caught between two things: Who she needs to be and who she wants to be. She was daisies, calm and safe But she wanted to be a rose, confident and wild. Into the forest she goes... to lose her mind and find her soul. "You've change for the worst", they say. Why should she apologize for being the monster that she is, when nobody apologized for turning her into one?.. She was not born to be soft and scared, She was born to make the world change To have it shatter and shake in her fingertips. It's for you to decide whether she's heaven wrapped in hell Or hell wrapped in heaven. You may not believe in magic, but wait till you see her. Her heart was never this brave, she dances with her Devils, they call her "Queen". She had been in so many heartbreaks that her own heart learned how to saw. Forgotten flowers in lonely gardens, grow wicked blooms. She is fragile in nature, But that's what made her powerful, she made a fragile thing unbreakable. She wears her strength and darkness equally well. She's half Goddess, and half hell. //K.P, 07022019

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The grey noir ambience posing on the wall Shiny black whips that won't hurt at all Listen to the rustle of the chains on her hips Leather velvet skin and satin lips Fall to your knees Femme fatale High-heeled boots on the bed Femme fatale Frame the words she said Femme fatale As she strikes the blow Still you can't go Your femme in leather is waiting The foreboding cold that breaks you into a sweat That rushing cacophony you won't forget You feel her eyes pierce your skin As you realise who'll win You softly whisper please Femme fatale Watch her mouth turn red Femme fatale Hands lightly tread Femme fatale To her a debt you owe So put on for her a show Your femme in leather is waiting And despite all this you know That you still love her so Your femme in leather is waiting How good it is to please

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Feb 4, 2019

Feb 4, 2019 at 12:42 PM UTC

english_jam_darling

Femme Fatale

The grey noir ambience posing on the wall Shiny black whips that won't hurt at all Listen to the rustle of the chains on her hips Leather velvet skin and satin lips Fall to your knees Femme fatale High-heeled boots on the bed Femme fatale Frame the words she said Femme fatale As she strikes the blow Still you can't go Your femme in leather is waiting The foreboding cold that breaks you into a sweat That rushing cacophony you won't forget You feel her eyes pierce your skin As you realise who'll win You softly whisper please Femme fatale Watch her mouth turn red Femme fatale Hands lightly tread Femme fatale To her a debt you owe So put on for her a show Your femme in leather is waiting And despite all this you know That you still love her so Your femme in leather is waiting How good it is to please

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i’m no good, femme fatale i bring hand grenades to dinner dates beauty icon — kiss my cyanide flavored lip gloss let’s bump uglies, ******* & rat poison leave this world left hand middle finger right hand intertwined in yours i’m in a damaged goods costume take away some letters, my clothes and i’m just dam good leaving you on your knees, begging to fix me begging to **** me I don’t follow the rules I use my mouth on you opened up and emptied out just to fill me up... with your blood femme fatale, equipped with fangs and the ability to not give a ****

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Nov 28, 2018

Nov 28, 2018 at 12:21 AM UTC

aliciaamajor

Femme Fatale

i’m no good, femme fatale i bring hand grenades to dinner dates beauty icon — kiss my cyanide flavored lip gloss let’s bump uglies, ******* & rat poison leave this world left hand middle finger right hand intertwined in yours i’m in a damaged goods costume take away some letters, my clothes and i’m just dam good leaving you on your knees, begging to fix me begging to **** me I don’t follow the rules I use my mouth on you opened up and emptied out just to fill me up... with your blood femme fatale, equipped with fangs and the ability to not give a ****

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you are a storm in the sea around you my words don't express much but your eyes twinkle in the starlight heavenly, even the gods are envious of you your heart of gold beats louder than any lion in the wild it's all you it's you whom they want it's you whom they seek enticing, your thoughts bigger than your own words you are celestial take your hand in mine twiddle with my thumb i'll keep your heart in my palm i'll keep you warm safe, even build you a home a woman sculpted out of ocean waves you are celestial

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May 28, 2018

May 28, 2018 at 8:11 PM UTC

thefreedombird

Celestial

you are a storm in the sea around you my words don't express much but your eyes twinkle in the starlight heavenly, even the gods are envious of you your heart of gold beats louder than any lion in the wild it's all you it's you whom they want it's you whom they seek enticing, your thoughts bigger than your own words you are celestial take your hand in mine twiddle with my thumb i'll keep your heart in my palm i'll keep you warm safe, even build you a home a woman sculpted out of ocean waves you are celestial

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The heart of a dragon; A young girl tames. Her femme fatale; Will be the end of him.

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Apr 9, 2018

Apr 9, 2018 at 7:08 PM UTC

rahamaaa

Tamed

The heart of a dragon; A young girl tames. Her femme fatale; Will be the end of him.

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I'm clever as the devil and twice as pretty, I'm on the same level so save me your pity. With words used as bullets in attempt to pierce my heart, I'm a woman who's overworked and crooked all the while you got a head start. All I wish for is equality but you feel offended, but tell me honestly: if we're so equal, then why hasn't sexism ended?

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Aug 24, 2017

Aug 24, 2017 at 12:11 PM UTC

WickedProtagonist

Femme fatale

I'm clever as the devil and twice as pretty, I'm on the same level so save me your pity. With words used as bullets in attempt to pierce my heart, I'm a woman who's overworked and crooked all the while you got a head start. All I wish for is equality but you feel offended, but tell me honestly: if we're so equal, then why hasn't sexism ended?

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A thoroughness here was her house as she'd listen inside a glibly lit room her whispers would doom in doubt so forcibly heathen her lover's twitch bright as her soul made ex spruce glow but her midland east of Old Blue soon her lakelet suburb dawned flatlander accent mere document in fervid upswing on porch of antiquity round inlaid flag.

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Apr 10, 2017

Apr 10, 2017 at 3:44 PM UTC

poetman

Findlay Flag

A thoroughness here was her house as she'd listen inside a glibly lit room her whispers would doom in doubt so forcibly heathen her lover's twitch bright as her soul made ex spruce glow but her midland east of Old Blue soon her lakelet suburb dawned flatlander accent mere document in fervid upswing on porch of antiquity round inlaid flag.

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On the top of the white marble steps, her pedestal she stands tall, head held high up in the clouds that one moment I forgive all her sins for the self abandonment that deceives all of us. It makes her an original, though feeble minded, vainglorious, unabashed self-deceptive about her past, distorting light within to create darkness each and every fact twisted the way she wants others to believe, see her gait, all are compelled to view her grandeur as one of a kind. She sings and her emotions flow like a river, one can hardly find any flaw in her technique. Eclipsed by her penumbra,I have no escape, love her the way one loves a burned out life.

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Sep 14, 2014

Sep 14, 2014 at 11:27 PM UTC

k-balachandran

Liar, liar, Iam eclipsed gently by your penumbra

On the top of the white marble steps, her pedestal she stands tall, head held high up in the clouds that one moment I forgive all her sins for the self abandonment that deceives all of us. It makes her an original, though feeble minded, vainglorious, unabashed self-deceptive about her past, distorting light within to create darkness each and every fact twisted the way she wants others to believe, see her gait, all are compelled to view her grandeur as one of a kind. She sings and her emotions flow like a river, one can hardly find any flaw in her technique. Eclipsed by her penumbra,I have no escape, love her the way one loves a burned out life.

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