Intriguer, by Albert Ahearn Subscribe to rss feed for Albert Ahearn

She is a self-made intrigante
equipped with the tools of her trade:
a beautiful body and Brains.
Auburn hair dangles like a skein,
loosely draped over both shoulders.
Envious women condemn her,
men find her Irresistible.
Machinations are her forte.
Like an international spy
each complicated , cunning scheme
is an executed science
without the use of any force.
I should know, I am a victim
of her notorious intrigue.



Posted: 2014-02-23 15:50:49 UTC

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