And she charmingly sidles up to you,

roguish lips raised in a delicious pout in her charming face,

  and you are charmingly, charmed.

She places her charming full-figured body

across yours—charmingly wrapping herself around you,

much like a snake with its prey.

As she charmingly squeezes out every virtue in you—

every last drop of it—

until you are left, wrung, wasted and weary.

 

Charmingly...

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More poetry of Solape Adeyemi will be available in the upcoming Iridescence anthology. Pre-order today.