I guess I'd better
go get dressed.There is a fine line between
having a good time and
being a wanton slut. I know.
My toe has been on that line.
Flirting is part of my
heritage.
But
I treat my body like
a temple. I'm going to slip
into something
that will make me look--
Nobody ever believes me when
I'm telling the truth.
Anything can happen
on a leap year's full moon
if you just believe.
I like a fairy tale with
a nice prince in it … but
I'm nobody's little girl anymore.
Like the fatal blossom
of the great gimson weed, I entice
with my fragrance, but can provide
no succor;
a one night stand only lastsone night.
And
some people just don't
know when
to quit.
**
For the record, this was a found poem. IE, none of the words are my own (all quotes from Blanche Devereaux), but the arrangement is. And I had so much fun with this one, I think I might do the other girls later--Rose is especially one I'm looking forward to.
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