Homicidal Attraction
 
She is a kamikaze night prowler
Chanel No. 5 spiked with Cuervo
Fingernails molded
Into sterling silver serving spoons
That only come out of its cherry wood box
To serve up Sunday gravy

La Femme de Chambre...
Feather duster grace
Sweeping the corners
Of the linoleum dance floor
With each blink of her eye
And quenching lingo
Upon butter flavored lips...
With one tiny taste
She will clog your arteries;
Homicidal attraction

By KRISTEN ADELINE

© 2008 KRISTEN ADELINE (All rights reserved)

 

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