Poisonous Ivy
He gets into her room,
and shuts the door behind him,
with the lustful call to open her dress
like a rose opening up in spring.
He's hungry to feel her touch and warmth;
his eyes drooling to the sight
of her feminine nature.
He is blinded to her dyed-to-the-wool
hatred to his wife, career, and life;
they killed her husband, burned their house,
and killed her pet dog;
little do they know the ''baby-sitter''
is a ticking time bomb.
She plots only revenge......
Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2013
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