The Seductress
You’re not just a writer but a seductress with ink,
You put into words what our dirty minds think.
Your verses undress us with flicks of your pen,
Then tease us to beg you to do it again.
A whimper, a rhythm, a sultry soft moan,
You tempt every craving with heat in your tone.
You conjure desire in sentence and rhyme,
A siren of syntax, a mistress of time.
With metaphors wicked and stanzas that bite,
You make lust feel sacred and shadows feel right.
You don’t just write stories… you summon the flame…
And we read you with hunger, as we whisper your name.
Original Poetry Written By
Eryn Dunbar
Copyright (c) 7.19.2025
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