She moves
like propaganda disseminates,
She emanates,
a willful charm
you can’t disarm,
that holds you still,
enraptured,
caught and captured,
bound and wound
around her finger
the more you linger.
Heart elusive,
tongue abusive,
she’s a vitriolic vixen
you can’t ignore
but only fall for,
more,
and more,
and more.
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