Miss More

Fluent Beauty | A Poem

In A Little Bit Of Poetry on 22/06/2014 at 12:51 AM

I’ve been writing about this woman lately. I think she’s a prostitute, the high class kind of prostitute. The kind of woman that  those rich dudes trip on thin air over. Or maybe she’s not a prostitute, maybe she just uses her allure to get what she wants and there is nothing wrong with that.

She’s beautiful. She’s dangerous. She’s toxic.

I don’t know her name. All I know is that she’s fluent.


Fluent Beauty 

She’s a fluent beauty

Symmetry and seduction

Native to nightfall

Velvet her voice

Luxury her lips

Toxic her tender toxic

Savage is her love

As it simmers through the senile night

Luring you to new heights

She’s a cold blooded delight

picture wee small hours lonely woman

As you can tell, I am currently in a relationship with alliteration.

Until we meet again, Miss More.

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