Master of Deception – A Quadrille

Master of Deception The tongue smooth and the voice syrupy Luring those with a sweet tooth Like bees to a honey pot Once captured the tone would change Becoming peppered with stinging hot jabs meant to harm like salt in a wound Beware the master of deception Copyright © 2023 Christine Bolton – Poetry forContinue reading “Master of Deception – A Quadrille”