Black-Hearted Beautiful Man
He is the kind of man
women dream of when they are awake.
They see him and they want him.
To feel his touch, they ache.
Though beautiful, he’s trouble.
Adoring slaves of women he can make.
He toys with them a while . . .
then later makes their poor hearts ache.
How many hearts (I wonder)
will he continue endlessly to break?
I yearn for his comeuppance,
and for his black heart to ache and ache.
April 24, 2021
for the Writing Prompt - Ache - Poetry Contest
of Constance La France
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2021
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