Vixen Poems - Poems about Vixen

Bragg's just an ass, a poor leftist stooge Bought for in full by the Soros machine, Why target me when he knows he will lose His obvious intentions malicious and mean. As to that Stormy, a vixen indeed, She's now named me ‘Tiny’ can't clearly be true, Her one claim to fame fueled by greed The day I first met her is...

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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....

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She's a beaut, but also a brute. She always gives others "the boot."...

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Running on cliff edges cranked her adrenalin Stagger of gravels' release, tipped in avalanche Scared her terrifically, able to surrendour then Driven to dare's taunt irresistible, emancipated Victims of her craft came willingly to her dim den Always too enthused, wiped smiles with debauchery Fools drooled like puppies, helpless lap belt men Guzzled foggy grape juice, succumbed to her...

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Momentary kindness Resolveness Acts of kindness Remote blindness Critical circumstances ... detached romances Separation anxiety fiction or nonfiction Lady or vixen . 12/13/19 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2019...

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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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Power Of The She Vixen That Oft Souls Destroys Silk sheets graced her sweet, welcoming night bed promised relief from pain, sorrow and dread. With such treasure offered truth becomes blind dark powered beauty that corrupts the mind. Each victim was a lamb led to slaughter once thought, no earthly power could halt her. For her eyes hypnotized and her kiss stole the...

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Vixen, you got the tainted trap kiss Foxy, let the prey know what they might miss Here's how you take 'em down like this: Taunting shapely designs roll with your hips Sashay walking, you let your eyes do the talking Sultry saunter, you're a sly, alpha foxy hunter Vixen, how did you learn to be like you are? Trampling hearts, crushing egos like falling stars I see you vixen looking straight...

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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....

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Loving her was like shaking hands with the devil Lady gangsters, vixens and spies Feeling pretty, staying young He is my rosy, rosy, rosy boy Trying to make my eyes look like a deep ocean Atlantic blue eyeliner and party dress He is my hero, hero, a mad hero You will not miss me Oh you, she kills him every day Being good is...

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Vulpine Den denizen Lady in red Late night city stalker ~ Vixen...

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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...

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My Imagined Vixen My vixen is blue with gold bouncing in her hair She swims in my mind like a lost mermaid A storm brewing rapidly upon a calm ocean Nights she lets loose with romantic favors Touching my every desire in intimate ways Eating my heart while holding me back each moment She flies with birds while taunting the glowing moon Commands...

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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!.. ______________________________ Inspired by Nette's Contest: The Lighthouse 9/23/14 By Carrie Richards...

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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....

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