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#1012129 added June 19, 2021 at 12:56am
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Femme Fatale Call
I want a Mata Hari to infiltrate my life.
If someone's going to rob me blind, my privacy to conduct
as if some criminal flying below radar, suspected,
tailed, subjugated to your seedy,
low-life underworld that would dare compare
a morality exceeding, greater than mine,
because I've made my share of mistakes, then
give me the red dress femme under street lamp,
lit cigarette.

I look my foes in the eyes, some shudder,
blink, back away while I think
where is my temptress to undress in haste,
lay waste to dirty little secrets,
get me spill what little I know for her show --
eyes sparkling like gems hidden in summer sand.

When she balances a petite, garnished drink in hand,
I’m her mark, her man. We dive, drown
in each other’s eyes exchanging passionate kisses.
Her brand of lipstick for my teeth pleasure in her flesh --
all in the name of our love of the badge,
double agents, penetrating intentions by fire,
dishonestly entangled, she in myth,
you in yours watching through blinds,
and me enjoying the game, get your womanly agent
to convert to my side.

Mata in my corner, on the inside, danger courted,
as true criminals pass through the night
while a diversion ensues in empty vocation.

I need some Mata Hari,
if I am going to live this kind of lie.
I'm an unsuspecting Cary Grant who's gotten wise.
Why don't we compromise and have her shave her legs tonight
with a tiny razor.  *Wink*



6.18.21

don't read the following catch line, if you're easily offended

Written for my employer, who doesn't trust me. I figure I should gets some perks out of our association, if I have to put up with their blatant, arrogant ignorance. They've unnecessarily put too many good people through too much.

I want another shot, B.K. I wasn't ready. I've made my mind up.

going in another different direction with these poems.


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