Cruel Games
Tonight I am impervious to your charming lies.
They float like a conglomerate behind your velvet eyes.
Save your naughty bedroom tricks for your other hotties.
They hide like buried hatchets under buried bodies—
taloned falcons you disguise as the grip of love,
but I know the difference between raptor and dove.
Cruel actions are not love just because you name them so.
For me love is warm currents and not the hidden undertow.
The game you play may be enough for your other fools,
but the game of love I crave is played by other rules.
Prompt words today are conglomerate, impervious, tonight and bury hatchets under buried bodies. Image by Parker Gibbons on Unsplash.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
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It would appear someone just got caught out! Nice coquettish poem, very well done!
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Nicely done!
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Oh so clever. I was expecting a murder mystery, but ….. 😀 😀
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Ha.. Remember when we were talking about not being able to watch violence today? Can’t write it, either.
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The lady is no fool!
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