She was a whirlpool
Spinning excitement
With a laugh
With a wink
With a brush
You're sucked in
It's inescapable
When she dances
You're trapped right there
When she kisses
You couldn't move even if you wanted to
She spins and she spins
Trapping flies in her web
Leading them to a watery death.
YOU ARE READING
As It Is
PoetryShort bits of writing I come up with in my everyday life - I try to see the world as pretty
