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don't speak her name
she admitted to being a rude temptress
she prowled her petulant jungles
nude as a sensuous cat,
enamored in the eyes of obdurate soldiers.
arrogant. unattainable.
what chance does a lonely man have?
I was drunk on elixirs of lust & criminal desire
easily waylaid by beauty, perfumes,
eyelashes that flickered like candlelight.
recklessly driven, I rush without radar
toward the roadblocks of my own destruction.
but poetry and love
were meant to destroy
Artwork: 'Etude de Nu' Man Ray
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