Power

She smiles within the incline of a shadow
Silver lined eyes of judgment scope an unfamiliar form
The passing lift of a brow indicates further amusement
With the knowledge of what is to come

Blood tipped nails leave the familiar color in their wake
The unfamiliar form beckons to the call
Within the arched form of ache
She reaps the relinquished control

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

You said so much and open the door to a lot of mystery with this poem. I like the vision you create with your words. Woman always have the power. Some may not know. Men need to be seduced and controlled. A excellent poem. Thank you.
Coyote

[SpokenWord]

Some know and understand their influence over others very well and they can at times take the power from another just based off a look or stare. Seductress indeed with her blood tipped nails and confidence. Nicely written.

[Jess Holden]

lovely once again :)

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

delectable lines undrawn in clean blood~

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yes intriguing indeed, i enjoyed this.

[Aurora Lynn]

This was very intrigueing! I liked your wordchoice. Well done!
~Aurora

[Helpless]

very interesting read, and the wording and creativity are superb