the accidental vixen

you thigh high clad vixen  
who kneels for most  
and keeps a tiny thread  
wrapped around her finger  
tethered to the ache of meek eyes  

you sly succubus  
offering whiplash to onlookers  
shoving well postured men into  
coriolis swirls  
tending to hands that are dying to wander  
all over your tethered and exposed body  
taking pleasures often denied  
ravishing you from follicle to organ  
till there is nothing left but exhaustion  
you a sweaty puddle  
i, red faced in a mirror  
proving how your tantalizing being  
can turns betas to beasts  
oh how i'd write  
without pen or mind  
i'd paint and mold and mangle words  
into monkey bars of dreams  
i'd erect statues and fences from sentences and boulders  
to keep your eyes from straying  
and whether dressed in chains or heels or both  
one shall be served poetic delights
Written by poetrician
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