Friday, March 7, 2014

Tess

Tess is a female, fiercely alone,
spawning allure and irresistible desire,
a juggler of men, fueling their fire.
Tossing gifts toward their ends,
tossing flowers and fancy,
tossing caresses and perfume,
tossing their way to her, they aspire
to presume their dreams of her wanting for them were hers,
Men too often and their women, too,
realize her power and deceit too late;
Tess tossed her own.

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