Sultry Hips
You stole the bright that lights my soul
To leave my life engulfed in dark.
Lost in limbo, less than whole,
I have no stone to start a spark.
You found this fool at fever's height,
Then bled the best right out of me.
Demented dancer, in the night,
Seductress of debauchery.
Your beauty bold was bent and blurred
And found profoundly bound in pride;
A gifted goddess who endured
Her own depraved designs inside.
My loving heart reborn in hate,
A legacy that lingers still.
My core corroded - crushed by fate
Upon my weak and wasted will.
Those guiltless lies, upon lush lips,
Had me believe what you conceived.
Succumbed by lust for sultry hips,
My soul corrupted and deceived.
I knew the day you drove away
You'd find another fool to use.
A sadist slinking toward her prey:
Seductive strokes used to abuse.
The fault, I found, is mine alone,
For you, my dear, were but the tool
Who threw this dumb old dog a bone
To proudly play your furtive fool.
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