Graceful like a bullet,
like a bullet,
beautiful in its own deadly way,
yes, you are deadly,
deadly,
with no second chances,
because you sure know how to flutter those eyelids and get your way,
and oh, how you dance in that sensual way,
swaying your hips,
with lipstick upon your lips,
and kisses ready to make their mark,
and capture your heart,
like an evil eros,
yeah,
you always make sure you get your way,
and I,
I for one am not going to play,
I am not going to play one little bit,
or let your arrows pierce my heart,
for I am sick of broken hearts,
and distress,
and I fear that distress you may send my way,
and no,
do not look at me that way,
do not look at me that way,
and with those eyes,
and that smile,
no, do not tempt me,
do not lead me into tempation I pray,
I pray,
oh, I bet God would even be tempted today,
just look away,
just look away,
yes, graceful like a bullet,
like a bullet,
beautiful in its own deadly way,
yes, you are deadly,
deadly to me but I,
I cannot stay,
no,
do not lead me,
do not lead me into temptation,
but do I mean it?
I cannot say,
I cannot say.
Yes, graceful like a bullet,
like a bullet,
beautiful in its own deadly way,
yes, you are deadly,
deadly,
and I should run,
and be far away,
far away,
but I am like a rabbit in the headlights,
wanting to look,
but not wanting to be snared in your sensual ways.

Thank you for reading my poem Graceful, more poetry and writing by me is available on this website.

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