Devious Needs - Poetry Pulse

Slip up the road Losing what ya know it's like night... Benign.

Won’t hurt ya, Just stir ya. It's like needles and rice: life.

Curves, hips, bottleneck lips. Cars, highways, and tips. Jipped.

Dark eyes, black hair, silver teeth, and tuxedo-flare. Try to sit down. Please.

Get off your deeds. Locked up in a box of water like salt and sugar halter tops...bottoms...sleeves.

God, we can’t shake those Devious needs.

© Crystal Cherie 2016