"ladykiller" poems
She sat there
Liquor in hand ; half empty
Her Cherry red lips parted slightly
Full and puckered; head tilted sideways
Her sapphire eyes dancing
Behind large jade spider legs
Charcoal mascara
Heavily lidded; alluring
She's a Smokey princess
Her lips smirking; elegantly lazy
Against her graceful cheekbones
With a modest rose blush
Decorating her lush cheeks
The false modesty of a killer
Perfection has no flaws
As her shimmering tan skin
Coated with peach powder
Suggests; evocatively
Striking curved eyeliner highlights
Her youthful heart shaped face
With silky red ravines cascading
Down to her slim Miss World waist
With her bottle figure; all in proportion
Gazes she draws in; airy kisses blown
Misleading young hearts in tow
She's a ladykiller and boy does she know it!
Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 2:06 PM UTC
Will you make my mistakes?
will you love and be loved?
will you hurt and be hurt?
I fear to watch you leave the nest
Though I understand you can't stay any longer.
I don't want you to grow up like me.
I may be a bad girl and share all my adventures with you
some of the time it's so you'll learn without ever experiencing.
Others I want you to live on your own and try everything!
You love me enough to know the difference
Please be strong
Little ladykiller
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 4:51 PM UTC
What I am.
A filthy mess
Ugly
Rude
Aries
Transgender
Acne and anxiety
RIDDEN
accident
PRONE
.
W!!!O!!!R!!!T!!!H!!!L!!!E!!!S!!!SS!!!
SPECIAL SKILLS:
jumping a rope 3 times
Forgetting my pills
Mispelilng wrods
What I am not
(THE OPPOSITE OF WHAT I AM)
Clean (NOT !!! ADDICTED !!!)
handsome
Kind hearted
Libra
NATURAL !!! BORN !!! MALE !!!
MENTALLY STABLE
SPELING BEE CHAMPEEON
MUSCULAR
LADYKILLER
POPULARGOODLOOKINGBEAUTIFULLOVEDLOVEDLOVEDIAMNOTLOVEDBYMYMYSELF,PEERS,ORFAMILY.
SPECIAL ******* SKILLS
GETTING MYSELF BEAT UP EX.) BEINGSELFDISTRUCTIVE//NOTLEAVINGMYABUSIVEFUCKINGRELATIONSHIP//NOTKEEPINGMYFUCKINGMOUTHSHUT
CONSTANTLY TRYING TO **** MYSELF WHEN IM AFRAID OF DYING
EATING LIKE A ******* PIG
DEAR GOD, DO I EAT. I EAT///EAT///EAT///
IM A FAT PIG-WHORE WHO CANT EVEN WRAP HIS FINGERS AROUND HIS ANKLES OR SEE HIS BONES, HIS VINES OF IVORY SHIMMERING IN THE MOONLIGHT, NOT BEING ABLE TO STRUM MY DELICATE RIBS LIKE A HARP
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but oh well i guess.
j
Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 12:46 AM UTC
Am I a ladykiller?
How many thus in my hand have died
By my philandering big gun?
Count on. None!!
Well, save this my avowed lone lover,
That's here alive but for ecstasy tired.
Oct 23, 2011
Oct 23, 2011 at 6:55 AM UTC
It takes a fair amount of confidence
and a good-sized ego,
To drop the line and coolly walk away,
Certain that she will take the bait...
Oct 26, 2020
Oct 26, 2020 at 11:31 PM UTC