spy baby
flesh like copper
pennies burnished
bronze in dusty sun,
this mocha sin arrives.
she'll tie your words
into bows, with knots
of twisted steel. she
can force you quivering
to your knees, a blind
plea to be freed.
her laugh is like fire,
flaming hot and sexual,
burning boys with
its torch and breaking
buildings to the
ground.
she's pretty like a
doll,
but deadly as a gun –
watch your back when
she's around.