In the darkness
Simmering with sweet sensations
And wild vibrations of seductive sin
She comes
Slowly
Walking in
Swaying her sassy hips
To the rhythmic beats of the pequeyo drums
Eyes flashing like rare blood diamonds
Caught in a full moon's headlights
My Lafeta Le Fey
Her dark eyes take in
The sight of my hard skin
As she looks over my way
That even the wind stops blowing
And breathing in
Wearing nothing
But midnight black
Underneath her leather coat and yellow hat
I lie in wait
Awaiting my fate
For tonight
Lady Judgment
A devourer of souls
Is staying the night
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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Quite a deep poem.
In the quietness of solitude, do we judge ourselves in reflection?
Lady Judgment is just a metaphysical poem conjuring that thought into being.
Salute
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