Wicked Goddess

Wicked Eve~

Wicked grin and turtle gloves
still searching the shadows
tossing bones from a closet
for a dagger eyed muse.

Twisting roses
to write from its dew
a blade across flesh
blood will do.

Nails kissing keys
while hot breath whispers
between lobes on the eve
of dangerous creativity.

Planting splinters in cerebrums
with jig saw smiled words
to awaken and shaken the soul
and drag them to the shadows.

Her legs undressed
wearing a wicked smile
tantalizing silver tongue
of an enchanting wild flower.

Rhymes are like spears
thrust in her inner ear
but, it 'tis kind words
that she will lay anyway.

Sharing in the poetic rain
relishing in the thunder
in a literary world
Wicked Eve wonders.

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For all you do ...
back pats to,
Poetess, Wicked Eve