The Dark Lady

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James Pagan (18 October 1811 – 11 February 1870) was a Scottish reporter and managing editor for the Glasgow Herald and a noted antiquarian. He is credited with transitioning the Herald from a tri-weekly publication to one of the first daily newspapers in Scotland as well as greatly improving the standard of reporting in that country. more »

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The Dark Lady
 More mysterious than me, this dark lady she had to be Medusa’s niece. Her feeling changed like the autumn leaves; because she was as cold as the winter. When she entered your heart it felt like a painful splinter; more in fact like that rat, because she was master of her craft.
 Her swagger was her dagger; she sashayed my way and gave me her math told me told to call her. I lured into her trap. Hypnotize by beauty this short cutie said words soothing and knew how to move me. 
 She said her a.k.a was heartbreak and that men made the mistake of loving her, while making a straight face. I’m like if that’s the case I’m not looking for love. So there I was, she gave me smile I gave her a hug; we conversed for a while green apples martinis quenched our thirst. 
 I asked her about church, and she just changed the subject. Then replied that GOD comes first then she, then I. Wow! How can I be so naïve and simple focus more on her dimples then what she saying?

While she was confessing her life lessons, I was more interested in undressing her, and I never asked her any questions. I’m a Scorpio sexist and I confess this that, she was my best kept secret, my late night creep and I was her, call of duty the way she bounced that booty made me want to pinch her cheeks. 
She was chocolate with tight skin and it just felt right when she stayed the night. Yeah I admit that I was addicted to this seductive mistress who granted my every wish. But the first sign of daylight she would vanish just like in the twilight. Watching her hind-side; till next time she whispered by handsome. 
 By being sexy and sinister, made my feeling enhance some. I was under her romantic Trans, like a dance with the Phantom; and my love never stood a chance. Then this Dark Lady portrayed that she craved me; like an actor on stage. She can win an Oscar, for me her feeling fades when her ex-friend popped up. But the worst day was my birthday when she said she was knocked-up, I felt so betrayed.
 
 Her cold ways made her anemic I’ve should’ve seen this, that her game was foul play. But if her nick-name was heartbreak then who made the mistake when she was being honest. This conniving prima donnas just puckered her lying lips, I taste it when we tongue kiss and I couldn’t resist, and stayed involved regardless. I toss and turn lying next to the heartless; but trust was the name of my trouble and loyalty is his cousin. 
 All for nothing, I love to lust instead of lusting for love, and fell compelled by this devil’s tail. It’s all or nothing when loving she moans, I think she bluffing. Candy trails of lottie-pops because she always needs to be sucking something. “Junction, junction”, that’s just how she function. Drunken Love her anthem this heart of thieves needs ransom. It’s first degree larceny, she took apart of me and then some. 
 Shortly I became slim as soon as she became shady she was gravy trained. This Dark Lady with the amazing brain is about to lose everything like Dick and Jane. Her tears of pain made me feel guilty; at war with love but she was just a mere casualty. I have memoirs of a crazy Keisha, a cold Summer and a dark Ebony.
 “So she’s says to me”, that I was sex essence and in a fraction of a second she nearly had me undressing. And just like that I was back with Evil Lin with the devilish grin behind my back she rolled her eyes like Thomas and friends. An angel in disguise I was once warned by Brandy. Her controlling ways remind me of Mr. Grey from Fifty Shades, and all her logic made sense to me and ever since things just became too intense.
 It was that her suspense became her biggest attribute thought it cute to be rude as she mimic the moves of the Moulin Rouge. How is that she got me chasing her cat, as if I was Pepe LePew; consumed by the scent of her perfume. This bedroom goon pretends to be innocent and say that we can’t be intimate during the month of lent. Since I’m a friend with benefits, I knew what that meant a pity she tried to convince me to become celibate. As she hums the tunes of Ralph Tresvant she needs a man with sensitivity. 
 

 How can she? We certainly did things that would be banned from TV. I guess if you take the sex out of the context, it will give me time to reflect on me. Because it’s the same concept; “they say you get what you inquire”. That would explain the reason why I always desire a beautiful liar. My confession of fire would burn you do to my sexual preference. Gymnast and exotic dancers had a prancer and a vixen. Performing in front of hidden cameras that I may have forgot to mention. 
 A deceitful tongue covered by promises, kisses and hugs; because a man who’s not looking for any love, just came to slaughter our fallen daughters. Lust and lies scorns her heart and a Dark Lady is born. Starring at the cause while looking in the mirror; trying to face my fear of these suspicious Blair Witches. 
 I’ll never forget her cunning gift, that red lipstick and the lingering aroma of Juicy Couture. As she seduced me, I thought it was her I needed more of but I have Dracula dark heart and hear the soft sounds of Mozart, when she starts acting all theatrical. 
Could it be her monthly cycle, or the intimacy without any title? So she tried to flex on me with some cat name Michael, she’s a thriller and I’m just a smooth talker; but she can turn any man into a moonwalker. She made him scream out “he he” and then he start moving backwards. Watching from a distance I knew at that very instance that she was just a reflection of me. 
 There’s no coincidence that she became my obsession. Now she has a new me and it’s quite hilarious, but it made my chest hurt. My hearts’ aching so I flirt just to medicate my rage. It’s kind of complicated, still checking out her latest Instagram and Facebook was updated, and I was faced off like Nicolas Cage. 
 I was thought to be a Casanova; I’m assuming this new dude has moves like Travolta. So she gives me a cold shoulder and gets the middle finger “it’s over”! It’s not a thing thou cause now where just perfect strangers. 


 The Dark Lady is untamed, she deadly, dark and dangerous I made famous, I taught her things. I was like Marcus Graham from Boomerang, and she sneaky as Jacqueline but more sexy with Angela’s complexion. She loves to blow trees and was obsess with rough sex and stretched all flexible to tease me. Oiled and slippery wearing a belly charm and a toe ring; my word is bond I’m sure she called me Thor of Asgard or one of them masked Avengers. 
 I nicknamed her ginger because she was spicy, but the smallest thing would offend her and then she’ll act more like wasabi. But the minus the attitude she was masterpiece a feast for a king, her breast, legs and thighs and that golden skin was stayed glistering; as she seductively came whispering and said “just me no sides”. 
 I’m thinking she must be crazy, knowing any giving day I can have a taste for Cajun or a red-bone that moans my government as if Epic was some other kid, and to deny my slanted eye Cape Verdean is just downright outrageous. I was contemplating making faces, so I bowed my head and just said my grace. “Good gracious” she tastes like a founders favorite but got a heart of cold stone and left me with a love Jones and now I’m alone listening to Vandross telling me how my house is not a home. I get jealous when I hear the voice of a baritone and she giggling while talking on the telephone, and tell me he’s just a friend like that old Biz Mark song. Tried to play me as if I not a product of 80’s, or maybe the case is that Dark Lady is into trading places.
 So I play it cool but I’m anxious, because my patients keeps me in a sentimental mood. A new dilemma that I’m faced with is that love gives me the trembles, and I resemble Shawn Michael as the heartbreak kid. She tells me she forgives, but I regret that she’ll never forget it. A little laugh and sarcasm when she mention the foul birds I use to nest with.

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