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You told me about tequila

and red lips painting the rim

of your glass; bare, pale bodice

and sloping breasts

where eyes glued and discontented men

visit more often.



You thought you could

leave soon, but you miscalculated

once you fled

but become more hunted

and you let yourself

be bought again, free from scathing eyes

near scores of men swooning

over your scent in bedchambers.



Ah, you have immortalized Jezebel

as you uttered, "come between my thighs."