Veronica's Seduction

poem

She sat at her vanity,

her breasts swaying like

the bells of Notre Dame.

A floorboard creaked in the

darkened hall. She smiled

and stroked her raven hair.

“Did you come to taste,”

she asked. “I won’t be stingy.”

Reviews

[1809 Black Plague Decem..]

Hellos, Mikey, vanity is such a big word and symbolism, everything a stroke of a pen's genius
It kept me in good ill humor, great write! ------Maynard,

[Matthew Kult]

Seductively rich. She needed so few words.

Good read,

With love,

Matthew