Fair and dark like the unstable almond,
Glittering and fading like the bewitched diamond.
Seated on an innocent sofa,
Lying in wait for an undisciplined toddler.
She conveys to you lovely trends,
But within her lies the raw fiend.
She talks casually and politely,
But tarries in her is something deadly,
Capable of withelding thy breath,
And doing to all thy affections rent.
She's coming to knock,
And in extension to your body rock.
Flare in anxiety, become a moor,
Give no regards to her; She's the devil next door.
c.2017
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