A cacophony of invisible innuendo slyly ties each voice together,
whispers loudly infer: she is the bejeweled, king's ransom.
Gowned 'round her bountiful waist, exotic silk and lace dance a
flurried sweep of fluid movements, beckoning all to her call - femme fatale.
beware...
transparent tulle bares the rise and fall of Heads of State,
on breasts incandescent in 1000 watt candle light. Diamond
bright eyes beguile with a sultry smile, coquettishly implied behind
the flutter of a feathered fan;
with a flick of her delicate wrist,
a twist of ruby red lips,
subtleties she employs to expose lies to spies in a game named - Seduction.
Love,
aaaah, the pleasures and privileges of being a woman, glorious!
ReplyDeleteI know every one of those coy tricks and fall for them every time.
ReplyDelete"beware...
ReplyDeletetransparent tulle bares the rise and fall of Heads of State."
That is just fantastic writing!