Blew By You!

The Jezebel dancer was down in the sultry Big easy 

She was eager and weary with wishes of flavour 

Waiting in the wings were the lustful betrayers

Cavorting in whispers to the one she called sister

The Sister was pleasing because of the reasons

The dancer knew nothing about the heat of the passion 

But she surely had doubts in her beautiful mind

She would often find herself lingering in dark shallow moods

Over the river, the sinners were glistening for treasure 

There were White Men with glitches standing in shadows

Rubbing the rocks in their well-worn places that twitch

While the laughing eyes start to shine brighter and crave

Who told the truth when the lies were for the better

Endeavours as planned out with caution and carefree threats 

For the dancer who is very aware but doesn't know yet

When the penultimate mistletoe kiss to fend off in Spring 

What will become of this quandary thought the Wolf 

Who stayed very quiet during this time of crisis and rhyme 

Bidding the time in a curious manner of dismal bliss

As the young pretender waited in jest for love and regret