Femme Fatale
Danger lurks
In dangerous curves,
A sure perk
For taut greedy nerves.
Danger waits
For that needy space,
A sure bait
To anchor mad trace.
Danger hints
In a tempting lure,
Ponder mint
Of feelings unsure.
Danger farms
As femme fatale stalks,
Arm these arms
For sexy grooves walk.
Danger dams
Pulse of crude address,
Like baked ham
Touch drowns in duress.
Leon Enriquez
26 April 2017
Singapore
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