Trouble Maker

Big black eyes like a lake so deep,

Once you look into them you won’t sleep,

She’s a bewitching vixen,

She’ll drown you in with her poison.


Her pretty polished nails are vicious syringe,

Once bitten, you’ll feel your heart cringe,

Like a Scorpion her love stings,

She does voodoo and strange things,


She’ll give you her hand; will seem like helping one,

Her wicked strategies are visible to none,

Wrapped around her finger you’ll twirl tighter,

She’s a predator and notorious trouble maker.

Written with Matrone Bell

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4 Comments Add yours

    1. Neeraj says:

      Thank you Kimberly 🙂

  1. Adele Holifield says:

    Dark and very descriptive. I like it! Please check out some of mine and follow me to keep up with all my latest poetry. Looking forward to reading more from you!

    1. Neeraj says:

      Thank you for leaving your comment Adele! I loved your poem “Lips of a liar”, i’ll following to read more 🙂

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