Quadrille: Playing With Fire

You tasted sweet
Like that last sip of wine
But now you’re sour like vinegar.

You tortured me with lust
but today, honeybabe, I’m warning you–
don’t bother me anymore.

Don’t you play with my mind now, babe.
‘Cuz you’ll be playing with fire.

44 words

posted over at Dverse Quadrille: Come “bother” up a poem

~Mrityunjay Dixit

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