At times she is a coy coquette:
sweet, reserved, laced-up
like a corset, waiting to be wooed.
She flirts with brevity,
chooses her words carefully,
smiles shyly.

At times she is a wild woman:
raw, aroused, untamed
like a stallion, longing to be free.
She is both lure and love,
impassioned sonnets from her tongue,
forever young.

I really ran with this prompt and was happy with how it turned out. Could still use some tweaking but I’ll let it rest a while. Basically, the prompt entailed personifying one’s own personal poetry. In my case, it is two women. Or rather one double-life leading woman!


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  wordsbypsayers wrote @

Love the word “coquette”
Nice work!

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