She's fully aware playing her part,
When her soliloquy brings its art.
She leaves her mark on the hearts of men;
Twisting and turning the whorish pen,
That writes the lines right into their heart.
She writes of dreams, with her loved filled dart,
Playing the tart, with every man's heart;
Supplies their needs, every now and then,
She's fully aware.
She is a temptress, playing her part,
Taking these men, destroying their heart.
With the flick of her tongue, she will pen
Any word needed to play these men.
For though they walk blinded by her dart,
She's fully aware.
She’s Fully Aware by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse
When her soliloquy brings its art.
She leaves her mark on the hearts of men;
Twisting and turning the whorish pen,
That writes the lines right into their heart.
She writes of dreams, with her loved filled dart,
Playing the tart, with every man's heart;
Supplies their needs, every now and then,
She's fully aware.
She is a temptress, playing her part,
Taking these men, destroying their heart.
With the flick of her tongue, she will pen
Any word needed to play these men.
For though they walk blinded by her dart,
She's fully aware.
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