Coated with the velvet of pomposityAnd spitting with the swagger of a celebrity.
She drifts to the corner where I had my seat,
Her breath smelt nothing short of deceit
And words flowing like a coat of many colors,
They spun a yarn worth millions of dollars.
All I heard were melodies similar to old school rhymes
But they just seem to come from long distant miles.
So spiced were the echoes from her lips,
A mighty ocean could form from her sweet drips.
I was blown away with captivating winds,
Losing my caution, my culture and my grids.
One moment we were in the Garden of Eden,
Another and my suspicion began its bidding.
Quickly I subdued my hypnotized element
And withdrew from the shell of his worded regiment.
I bounced back with my armour to ward off her toxin
And developed fast fins as I swam far from her regime.
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