~*~ THE RED BOMBSHELL ~*~
© Triskell, 18-20/11/2000

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Feline femininity,
Power, grace, sexuality.

Boldness lies within my soul,
Red as passion, dangerous to control.
Fickle as the toms around,
Flirting, teasing, never bound.
My heart is no one’s but my own;
Banked desires are in glances shown;

‘Sensual’ is my middle name,
Beauty’s darling in this game -
Breaking hearts without remorse?
Never! That’s not my course!
The tom that loves me - honest, true -
Shall fill my soul with rosy hue;

But until then I’m free to live,
To play and flirt, to laugh, to give,
To offer all, deliver naught -
A fickle flirt - till I am caught.

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Feedback would be much appreciated at triskell@xpoint.at

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