Short Vixen Poems
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when this broad brushes blokes
jaws drop roll and reconsider
except the pyromaniacs
they can't get enough of her
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Virgin
Untainted, Worthy
Waiting, Pledging, Pacing
Angel, Saint, Plaything, Rebel
Baiting, Mating, Craving
Racy, Spicy
Vixen
Missus Claus had to trudge down to jail,
Once more toting with her Santa's bail;
Seems where people all shop
He let red trousers drop:
He enjoys showing biddies he's male.
Momentary kindness
Resolveness
Acts of kindness
Remote blindness
Critical circumstances
... detached romances
Separation anxiety fiction or nonfiction
Lady or vixen
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12/13/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2019
Lips
Aflame
Hot whispers
Carry lustsparks
Born of burning thoughts
That weave a searing spell
Binding my dark dreams to you,
In whom I live to be fulfilled:
Draw me close on hot red sparks of love,
Enfold me in the secrets of yourself.
A Venus shape, the Men go Ape:
tender, slender, svelte!
So toned and taut, her treasure sought-
by far, the best they've felt!
Inviting lips, come hither hips,
her silhouette in waif.
Vixen curves and kitten purrs...
no male, of course, is safe.
A recent past
your moment is gone
a lonely city of Angels
aimless Souls of fortune
49ers exist - estrogen bred
lusting for fantasy
cat moves
pick & spade
elusive - cunning and lethal
morality unknown
happiness superficial
Purrrrrrrrrrrr!
It could not feel the vixen's stare,
The rabbit grazing, unaware.
It could not see her crouching form,
No movement there to forewarn.
Tensed muscle, ready, rapt.
A blur, a squeal, a neck snapped.
The limp rabbit, bleeding, dead.
There are cubs waiting to be fed.
Rudolf got his big red nose
From Vixen in the snow
They had it out one foggy night
Beneath the mistletoe
She bopped him once good and hard
Which caused his nose to grow
She bopped him twice around the yard
His nose began to glow
Then she buffed it bright and red
So everyone would know
Rudolf got his big red nose
From Vixen in the snow
Wind-driven, deceptive, mysterious,
cries vixen's pulsating, debauchery
with haunting arias, mesmerizing!
The lighthouse, fearlessly, captivated,
by siren's symphonic orchestrations
shines brighter, exclaiming calamity!
She cautions vigilant navigators...
fog's mirage masquerades mortality!..
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Inspired by Nette's Contest: The Lighthouse
9/23/14 By Carrie Richards
You are asking me about what is the matter?
I am not dancing with a woman who wants my head on a platter.
That was a strange request she presented before the king.
How could that brazen little vixen do such a thing?
Upstairs, she is performing before many amazed eyes.
I am here in the dungeon awaiting my inevitable demise.
My cousin has been preaching out and about everywhere.
Please try to find him and tell him to beware.
And so now you think I’ll eat that food
Out of the box so tasteless and crude
I’m much better than that
I’m not any ordinary cat
I'd like to see you eat that
Same old stuff day after day
I won't even give it away
My taste buds are far to divine
How about some scallops and wine
No I shall not cooperate
Do I have to translate?
So meow I will, boy these humans
I’ve had my fill
We cats should run the world
And we’ll send you humans the bill