Wicked Eyes
Wicked eyes,
deviled tongue.
She turns her head,
you never know which one.
Her face could be happy,
her face could be sad,
or she just might be frigging mad.
You roll the dice,
to see which one,
now she has her mental fun.
You put up with it,
these unpredictable fits.
All in hopes,
to see her ****.
Copyright © Bethany Phillips | Year Posted 2008
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