Masquerade.

Rounded eyes,
Inviting feral lips,
Made up a face I could barely resist-
And when we kissed
The magic he roused
Did so much to douse to bits,
The poison he poured
In the guise of love.
And nothing warned me-
Not his burning touch
Or empty words.
For I was too engrossed
In my own folly
Befuddled by everything about him
I thought was real.

*

Oh how she danced
Like a viral whirlwind
Setting my mind
In a lovestruck spin
And so I spun, head over heels
For I had never before seen
A woman like this.
And soon we kissed like hungry thieves
Ravishing tongues with impatient ease
And her
Lethal hands stroked my body
As poring blackened eyes cast a cold spell on me
But It took a lonely night
And a breaking heart
To realise I had only been
A passing scene.

*

© The Short Black Girl, 2015.