A belladonna, baby, that’s
what you are. Bedroom eyes
and a certain hip sway, I’d imagine.
My heart has been dragging ever
since I hit this town. I’m drawn to
you (nearly) through visage solely;
it is your unique & subtle celebrity
I’d bet my poorly labeled fortune
that you look amazing in lace &
You can’t even deny it. Since you
walked seventeens edge, you’ve been
aware of certain movements, key looks.
I’ll stop, because you get it now, yeah?
You’ve got tight command of that odd
brand of sorcery you love to abuse.
Hair flips aside, how else do you do it?