Her words echoing across the room,
off the marble floor
a sultry rhythm, a devilish dance

Speaking her mind
her intentions, as usual
razor sharp and undisguised

More smirk than smile
adorned pillowy lips;
if they weren't so seductive, they might seem wicked

She couldn't be trusted,
and didn't even pretend to be sweet

The whip, though playful
was redundant;
it was plain to see that

she was in charge.

with thanks to etouffee

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