Smartphone DJ in hand
No text can asunder
Her piratical plunder
Of the dancefloor denizens
She is a blacklight blackheart.
Take a spin,
She’ll proctor the gamble,
on her Win-a-Sin
wheel.
Any deal
Guaranteed
Paid in steel
And leather,
Stilettos optional.
She shivers the Timbres,
And rattles the bored.
A blacklight blackheart,
Bearding gigolos
And whatever else goes,
Arrogant alone,
Any braying bark,
Without condone
On a sea of sound.
Her hips a hit-and-run,
Broad side to a full-figure attack.
Her lips a Jolly Roger stun,
The kiss a hempen jig,
On a storm waltzing rig,
That will leave you unstrung.
Be wary, be smirched,
Believe there be treasure,
But be sure you were told.
She is a blacklight blackheart.
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