maybe I am as bad as they say,
a wicked temptress, too
carnal, full of dark desire
not afraid to put my mouth
wherever I want, let any words I choose
come marching or undulating
over my luscious lower lip,
pouting with a come-hither
in my eyes. Maybe I’m as bad
as they say. And maybe, just maybe,
I’m deliciously better.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
I'm a weirdo nerd who’s extremely subversive. I like rocks, incense, and all kinds of witchy stuff. Intrusive rhyme bothers me.
I’m known as Dena Brown to the revenuers and pollsters.
MA English literature, College of Charleston
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Comments (3)
I love the way you play with the "villain" narrative and turn it into something so confident and self-assured. PS: Can you tell I am playing catch-up reading your poems?
This poem doesn’t ask for permission, and that’s exactly what makes it so compelling. Deliciously confident.
There’s that one person for whom you are definitely deliciously better. Great poem, Harper.