Femme Fatale Poem by Bree Z Love

Femme Fatale



Seductive siren red lips; marked kisses.
Mind blowing evidence; you're riddled with a list,
crossed mysticism,
luring optimism.
Inquisitive, curiosity found me and you got the gist.
But, I 'm P.I and she found me and she's the wounded Misses.

Saturday, December 2, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: infidelity,mysterious,seduction
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Bree Z Love

Bree Z Love

Chicago, Illinois
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