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,
clearly,
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