Feeling Wicked

I could see you were feeling wicked
Your eyes were glittering jewels
You softy stroked the water
Languorous by the pool
The heavy black eyeliner
You used to such effect
Your evil is precision
There’s nothing you neglect

I could see you enjoyed the wicked
The curve of smirking smile
The smoky voice and humour
Your weapons to beguile
And soon your devastation
I gather we will know
But for now it’s your dark secret
Too delicious yet to show

© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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12 Responses to Feeling Wicked

  1. This is very interesting and the choice if the word beguile is so perfect. Also insidious is another. I have known several people that are like this, I run from them! This is awesome! Your writing is amazing! > > >

  2. hmmmm Helen, you know this old ape sooo well LOL 😀

  3. Doesn’t writing about wicked give us access to such great words, words rich in vividness, expressive and such fun to throw around. I liked this Helen, well done, such explicit description, I feel I have met this person….

  4. dark & wicked – who doesn’t love writing like this 🙂

  5. I love this one dark and sexy

  6. words4jp says:

    Very intriguing. The wicked and dark always is – but oh so very dangerous.

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