Day 3: Femme Fatale
365 Days of Poetry
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1 min readMar 28, 2014
He poured a glass of Laphroaig 18,
Aged and smoky like Stradivarian whispers.
Her crimson lips and dagger tongue,
Inseparable from his thoughts.
“Femme Fatale…” he cautioned.
A wistful soliloquy.