Love Letter From the Soul Xxxvii
L,
Surrender is not a choice,
beheld
in a sultry seductive voice
those sweet sweet sullen lips
demanding attention
smokey eyes
slowly smolder and flirt
as tongues dance the night away
there's bullets in the breeze
caressing a temptress tease
saluting an inner peace
where warm words melt
there is no resistance
as dossiers are spread out
on white cotton sheets
every attribute and detail drilled
over and over
undercover secrets will be blown
the moon blushes
there's a smoking gun
but now's not a time to run
Copyright © Ts Poetry | Year Posted 2020
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