Provocation
Stroll along the avenue,
Moist with morning’s dew,
Wear your finest garb
Contacts here are few.
From a distant window,
Lips as red as flame,
She watches and she waits alone,
Perched and tame!
She’ll bide her time while watching
Your every maneuvering tension,
Mordacious in her style, yet
Intenerate in her invention!
Copyright © Lena Smith Carter | Year Posted 2015
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