Belladonna

She eats cake while perched upon your knee,
Bathed in dazzling impurity.
Her lips, sultry brown…
The same color of her other two erected Crowns.

She feeds you your own lies, and you savor each bite,
For to refuse would forfeit the night.
She spins in circles, a sacred trance,
Whispering spells in a lover’s dance.

The pretentious daddy’s girl with ribbons tight,
A blade tucked where your mouth wishes to lay a bite.
A belladonna, bottled sweet,
To stir, to sip…but never cheat.

Darkness lingers in her stare,
Yet her smile shimmers, light laid bare.
A psycho wrapped in dainty lace,
Who drags you down in a silky embrace.

Then the world snaps back, sharp and bright,
Her fingers brushed, her eyes alight.
A silent spell…a whispered claim,
And now you’ll never be the same.

For those who listen between the lines.
Elaine Degro

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