Crimson Secrets
She moves like sunset, draped in fire,
A silent storm, a raw desire.
Eyes that cut through velvet air,
A whispered curse, a wicked stare.
Her lips, a scarlet, sinful thread,
Where words dissolve, and men have bled.
A shadowed queen, untamed, untold,
With secrets warm and stories cold.
The swirls of silk, a serpent’s trail,
Each curve a promise, soft yet frail.
A crown of night, a bold disguise,
Darkness dancing in her eyes.
She does not speak, the silence burns,
A quiet spell with sharpest turns.
Her touch, a spark, a hidden sin,
A deadly game she dares to win.
The red she wears, a warning flame,
Yet draws you closer just the same.
A siren’s hymn, a poison kiss,
A whispered ache, a stolen bliss.
She owns the dark, she tames the heat,
A ruthless rhythm, a twisted beat.
Her presence lingers, fierce and deep,
A haunting flame you cannot keep.
You chase her shadow, cold and thin,
she’ll slip through your grasp again.
A queen of night, both near and far,
Untouchable just as you are.
You will wake up with a banging head
Reach for your wallet but it’s been bled.
She loved you now you pay the price,
She is just a memory in your empty bed.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (2)
This is another poem to set one to thinking.
Very evocative. I was fascinated by your cover photo and the way you described this captivating woman. Then I got to his bleeding wallet, which was a surprise, and I love surprises! Beautifully done. ⚡💙⚡