Psuedo Seductress Poem by Amber Luna

those unscrupulous hands and wrists,
coy twists and flicks,
so dainty,
so subtle,
not so much demanding
as requesting
and yet...
expecting,
the pull, the gentle push,
choice words, choice looks,
that neednt be chosen.
the unrippled, unbroken pool,
tempting, taunting.roulette.
if tempted will you brave the deeps
or mock drown in shallows?
nothing more than a gaze,
perhaps it was less,
though that was enough,
enough to stir the puddle that really does hold depths of oceanic porportion.
she beckons,
you can hear her song,
pale, soft, mouring, beautiful,
resonating sadness that pricks the flesh,
the kind that makes any man wish to be her savior,
however she is touched with glass,
liquid glass that eludes not only touch and vision,
but thought,
ever evasive,
just as she
with her eyes of ink and heart of silk
.the pseudo seductress.