Seduction
i’m leisurely climbing,
creeping up
the wall (of your defenses…)
spreading my silken self
over you,
embracing, wildly
flooding your senses.
stripping you
scale by scale
of your fuzzy pretenses…
cheekily offering the drupe fruit
evoking the blush
as you acquiesce,
putty, conceding
your friable defenses.
~They call me poison ivy~
*Poison ivy causes skin reactions to those with the oh-so-sensitive dermis. Urushiol, a chemical in the sap of the plant, leads to rashes, blisters, and severe itching. Beware!
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