Poetry corner-

The Mistress

Writing is a fickle lover
She plays hard to get
Or moves seditious under cover.
Weeps openly and moans
At the slightest touch
Laughs in your face
She mocks
She talks aloud
Whispers sweet nothings in you ear
Tossles your hair–a tease.
She’s always moving
at the edge of the fringe,
Laced, legs up, making you cringe
Then estcasy!
Ink spews out on the page.

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