Thursday, January 8, 2015

the flute

under her spell, she makes
you pull out your credit
card and buy her a fur
coat, matching shoes,
a watch. a purse and for
some reason, a flute. she
has that kind of power over you.
it's in her kiss,
the way she makes love,
you'd lie down on a bed
nails for her, walk a
path of burning coals she's
a magician like that, she's
got you where she wants
you, this much she knows.

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