floats above a ruby pout
she takes you in devouring
has her way, then casts you out
tongue tip teases top lip’s edge
like a supple paintbrush flowing
her smile will burn and hypnotize
it wraps around you knowing
beautiful eyes — worldly wise
sleek as steel — tall and strong
swift and cunning — motor running
she might acquiesce, but not for long
think this women might be meek
that would be a big mistake
treat her like you think she’s weak
she will make your small earth — quake
poor fool who seeks this goddess
is way out of their class
there’s only one word for this life-force
that word, my friend, is — bad ass!
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rob kistner © 2021